The Misfits

Our tears are just memories of our fears Of mountains we’re unable to climb, Like we’re drinking glasses of champagne Without the cheers or the chime, We stumble across this undulating land, Never hearing the sound of the marching band On parade day, instead we have fun on the golden strand, With the invasion of light that fills the day, We wish for the anonymity of the night, To hide our differences that becomes our fight, We change ideas that present us with the gift of light, We dare to stay outside of life’s uncertainties, As we are sure of our mirror image, That illuminates our passion across this written page, We suffer for unexplained exclusion, Like the world closing it’s doors on our intrusion, We met along this troubled, scary way, Now life is like a rainbow curving across the sky every day, Colours to brighten and pack our dreams Into our collection of shells we chose along the seashore, We have found our bountiful love that smiles from our very core, The misfits are rare as they share a fragile humanity, With a light that is so much more Then even the sun’s rays embracing the earth so fine, Warming our united souls As together we shimmer and shine,