The angry ones are the lovers
They still have something to fight for
They still have someplace to fight from
I stopped loving when I lost my voice
Somewhere after they called me Mean
Somewhere before I lost my mind
When the leeches were leeching
But my home was still a sheltered thing
Not this hermit-shell I know now
Until she renamed me in the dark
And I nearly dropped my tear-stained phone
And the children's voices called me back
Back to my body, shaking and afraid
Back to the garden where we all felt free
Where I sometimes remembered to smile
I heard chains breaking, on like an echo
Somewhere in the dungeon of my heart
And Someone calling me by a name I'd forgotten:
Lover.
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