He wished to be one,
but stronger than he, the laws
governing his body.

Sometimes I want to take her up in my arms
and feel like a man,
because I'm a lot bigger than her
and my hands dwarf hers,
but we both know I can't.

My heart rises up to my throat
when I think of her
and it swells from the love I hold so dear
and it breaks when I remember that I can't be close to her.

I'm not close enough to stroke her knotted hair,
and I'm not close enough to make sure nobody hurts her.
She can protect herself sometimes, and I know she isn't hurt as Much as I am angry when she is insulted.

Their jokes about me loving her hardly seem like jokes now,
and I might just be a bit high on pain or hunger or maybe it's just the lonely hurt,
but I want to hold her
and love her,
but I have to know that it isn't possible.
A love between us is impossible,
however much I wish I could be a man to her, for her, just to simply be
for her.

Why do I do this to myself?
Staying up, never sleeping.
Sleeping, never staying asleep.
I can’t shake off this feeling of silence.
The feeling that keeps me so awake.
I look around and see nothing,
Only the pitch black of the room.
The lights on the A/C.
Something’s missing.
Something that means so much to me.
And.. I’ve been awake for so long.
That I feel like I’ve truely lost it...
Can you help me...?
Can you help me find My imagination...?