There is something deep inside,
I have never ever shown,
thought I had to hide,
that which is my very own

true and honest self,
my genuine identity.
I had put it on a shelf,
that great personality.

Being taught right from the start,
of all that's sin and wrong,
became an insecure part,
though ment to be proud and strong.

Now when grey of age
at last I find the strength,
to change chapter, turn the page,
rise up to my fullest length.

I wanted to be kind,
accepted by them all,
I was foolish I was blind,
it was heavy my sudden fall.

Is life about that stuff,
or just about survival,
friendship as a corny bluff,
roamers of a fake revival?

For that I wouldn't give a dime,
no, then I would gladly rather,
on my own there strive and climb,
in to the lap of my heavenly Father.

He has never turned his back
on me, nor hated me as plain grafitti,
never made my day so black,
as the close ones in this crocked City.

You confined in me oh Lord,
promised help and love to give,
now we vibrate in the same accord,
now at last I fully live!