I am chained to the truth,
I cannot change its color or its voice,
it speaks the words it has to speak
and does not offer me a choice...
it does not listen in the night
when my dreams seek to change its mind,
it knows what it knows,
and what that is, is up to me to find...
it knows my name and my struggle
and still pursues my heart,
I have tried to run and tried to fight,
yet still, we cannot live apart...
so it seems this truth is mine,
I cannot change what has to be,
it will exist as it is,
always remaining chained to me...
if only it was acceptable
for what is true to indeed be true,
perhaps then, I could live and love
and have nothing to fear from you.