For that which I am guilty of let me be my only judge,
For freedom is a sinner dressed in many forms,
And I cannot be justified by words that you behold,
For 'normal' is just the bleating cry of sheep disguised as wolves,
For I have travelled down this road with humility as my guide,
When the tangled branches tore at me bitter tears I cried,
Yet in the darkness of the night, when madness mocked at me,
I stood tall and strong and truth was my victory,
Those of you whose open paths could have let me walk in peace, barred my way or made me pay a kings ransom for your greed,
So forgive me now if I listen not to words that you behold,
For it takes faith and courage in order to leave the fold.
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