You see me walking on the streets
And presume I’m safe and sound.
But the truth about me is that I’ve always been prison bound.
I was born, but of course, into a family that I never chose
The life they tried to give me filled my heart with only woes.
What they believe is wonderful, I hold deep compassion for it
But even so, unbeknownst to them, I don’t believe it.
My whole life I’ve learned to keep my true self locked up tight
So as to convince that I’m doing what they believe is “right”.
Happiness is a stranger that dares not come into play
Even so I wear a smile for others anyway.
I know once I tell them that a miserable chase will soon ensue
But even so I choose to hold love for all of you.
One week away comes the time when I must move away
And then I prepare to tell them though far be that day.
The child Jeffrey, noble, pure, innocent, and bright
That’s what he wants to believe describes him in other’s hearts and sight.
But until then I’m stuck here, imprisoned by tradition
Trapped in a place if you don’t follow with them you’re doomed to perdition.
Heed my words, outside I look like I don’t care
But inside, I suffer deeply, pain too much to bare...