Stones​

Under cherry blue skies there’s a boy sitting silent

In the shade of an ironwood tree.

He doesn’t know now, but his heart will know soon

He’s so specially different like me.

 

It kills to find out your love is a crime

To the ones who taught you to love

You didn’t choose to be beaten and bruised

By the stones that built your home

the stones that built your home

 

There’s a girl in the mirror taunted by the reflection

Of someone she’ll never be

In a silken pink dress that falls to her ankles like chains

She longs to be free

 

Her brother’s tuxedo that hangs in the closet

Would fit her much better, she knows.

She didn’t choose to be beaten or bruised

By the stones that built her home

the stones that built her home

 

La la la la….

 

Every once in a while when the cries get too loud

And hurt is all we see

Call out the wrongs at the top of our lungs

We have the right to be

 

We’re damned and abused, often stripped of our truth

Aren’t we all deserving of love?

We didn’t choose to be beaten and bruised

By the stones that built our home

By the stones that built our home

© 2019 Miki Ratsula