He meant to marry honesty

But cowardness has blessed his lips

He meant to call bravery 

But regrets and mistakes

Were always on his tail

He so much loved kindness

But there goes fear

Knocking every sense out of him

He just wants to disappear

As he continue being mean

Afraid of being a no fun or called weird

But the hero in your head the one with no fear

And those little voices in each one of us

Some people’s louder some not loud enough

Will say

If I am weird for being good

If good is weird in this dark dream

Then weird is the only thing I shall be