Between The Rules And The Ruler

Dangling between the lines
Being above all
But being suppressed by the weight of all
The pressure to remain within the walls
To remain a sample to them
I’m like a rose garden
Beautiful to behold
Because when the focus is on the rose
No one remembers the thorns
These thorns are beginning to choke my rose
I bleed in beauty and power
If I am all that they see me as
Then let me be above the law
The same laws I placed over them
We are all men
But I am not common
I’m blue and it’s true
From now on
I would walk over them

Yeni