I look through the broken glass of my being

just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing

I shake my mane to free the thoughts

a cowardly lion - it is what I am not

 

I don't take comfort in being told

because more often everyone around me is cold 

what am I, just an amalgamation

just a thing without a sound nation

 

some tell me I should climb high 

that I will find myself in the sky

telling me to use my hooves 

because goats can manage the grooves

 

I don't take comfort in the orders 

the people who dont know me building up borders

what am I, just am amalgamation 

just a thing without a sound nation

 

do you not find me warm

I'll open my mouth for you to watch my fire scorn

but my efforts cause people to flee 

as if they didn't see the good in me

 

I don't take comfort in your screams

you make me fill with anger - bursting at the seams 

what am I, just an amalgamation 

just a thing without a sound nation

 

they take away my purpose - leaving my life parched

making me look like only my parts 

but, I will raise my serpentine tail 

even if it makes them all wail 

 

I don't take comfort in your pity 

thinking I am a monster - or a street rat of the city 

what am i, just an amalgamation 

just a thing without a sound nation 

 

NO I am not 

i have a purpose - I will not go away and rot 

I am a chimera fierce and true 

i am what I am - that is not a problem for you