I run and hide
Always out of time
We have to escape
From whom we hate
The one who claims
To be of my own flesh
Whose really a fake
But what is to become
Of my own fate?
To continue to run
And hide with my guardian
Who protects me
For the universe's sake
Since I am partly artifical
Since I am partly genuine
Since I am an experiment
Of his own design
The one who is real
And the creator of her
With the cyan hair
Three parents
They're dead, they're gone
A power locked in me
A power they invested upon me
A power that I can't stand
A power my guardian locked away
In hopes my soul would remain
In hopes I remained sane
...Maybe one day
It'll all become clear as a cyrstal
And not a diluted gray...
Copyrighted by Jason Fitch (C) 2002