Howl of the Steppenwolf

This feeling I long for
Overcomes any shade of toughness
I could ever display or fake

This feeling I long for
Is the reason I always feel solitude
It's fun to listen to other people
feel lonely because they don't have someone
hanging out in their halls

They yearn for what they thought was real
They yearn for miliseconds of pleasure, and company
They yearn for being someone's something
They yearn for denial, sacrifice, in despair.

Me, on the other hand...
Am always longing for a freedom call
And I know, it has the shape of a woman
A woman just as beautiful, and capable
soft tender skin, long black hair, eyes colored hazel.

But I keep being called stupid,
I keep being called superficial,
I guess I don't have the right to see beauty
To have a moment of peace, through my eyes and body

Well, I guess everyone else believe
They could fulfill and chase the dream
To see, touch, embrace beauty
in whatever shape it is
For them, this is not a sin, but a right given at birth

But for me, they say it's a non-sense.

I don't hear no one, just the inmortal voice in me.
And I understand, beauty is in the eye of the beholder
I've learned through trial and error to not rely
In my eyes, because they've deceived me so many times.

Mind and body being just one, my eyes see what yours hide