Beauty blossoms from the Ashes.

Desire is a strange thing
We spend our lives as if behind glass
Hands pressed against it, wide eyed
Our jealous breath blurs the scenes
And nothing’s as it seems

Watching cool kids dance
We stand at a distance dreaming
Listening to singers sing
Our hearts nearly bursting
But our legs are lame, and our lips are locked

Under glass that magnifies
We examine others’ lives
We imagine that they’re perfect
But it’s all filthy lies

When the foggy glass is clear
And it’s plain what we fear
We will dance in the darkness
When no one else is near
We will sing lonely songs
Not caring who sings along
Knowing beneath desire
Burns unquenchable fire
To be the one who is watched
And the one who is heard
But the eyes can not free us
And the ears can not heal us
We must do what we love
For the love of the thing
We must dance ’cause we must
We must sing just to sing!