A soiree in my head, tact and precise,

Knowledge of twenty one and experience is none.

I bare fangs of strength, afraid and alone so I cry wolf,

Acknowledge my desires for the path we all walk is rough.

I pray intercession for my kin, for they live in a country of sin,

Scorching heat, and drowning humidity, I pray salvation,

For I reject damnation, remove the one that defiles what is within.

Innocence is a mirage, a fruitless attempt to clear the mind,

We gather as a group, we grind and we fail so we cry.

Hold hands stand strong; forever we cannot walk the path alone,

Afraid of a foreign land, being branded, judged and forgotten,

I knew all along this place is rotten.

I stride through the hardships, thinking of what is ahead,

Inspiration, motivation and that is what cleared my head.

For home is where your heart is,

Place it where it cannot be tainted or marked.

A strong foundation made of oak, built to mimic a great ark,

Surviving a storm that is life with passion, that is my halcyon.