Team up on the weakest one

Our hearts roam when there is no sun

And this son orbits his own desire

Spinning love around in hopes of catching fire

I notice the night’s scars

When I look at the returning stars

Burning and turning

Yearning for relief

They would speak to each other

But they’d be shunned for their beliefs

My place in this world was contrived

I wasn’t allowed to be where my heart could thrive

Manipulated feelings leave me dead inside

I’m Anne Frank with no place to hide