Painted Man

Can I at least be free to live? If nothing else, can I still breathe? What more do you need to believe That we’re the same beneath the skin? I’ve shed these tears for years unending Stood beneath your boots unbending Raise my head? You’re apprehending Humbled yet you’re condescending … We are the same there’s no pretending I am you yet you’re contending Nothing’s … Continue reading Painted Man