The things she wants to say,
For no one expects her to compromise,
Or keep her heart at bay,
For what havoc would there be if she lied,
Rained when snow`s on her mind?
Like my spirit, when I deny my love,
The world's nat'ral rhythm is compromised,
Ocean's rise up, and wash away whole shores,
Like I would crush my soul,
Science would be crippled and meaningless,
Like I would have no goal,
And so I say,
What my body tells me,
For I deny my right to depth and light,
If I don't use this life for honesty.
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