I know someone with grey-green eyes
and a song truly his own
he jests and laughs in every day
speaks frankly of his moods

I know someone with umber eyes
who speaks of ice and swords
he joins a tale of firestorms
and soon will write his own

I know someone with curling hair
as golden as the sun
she paints and sketches wonder
and leads a group for fun

I know someone with raven hair
and a tongue that's silver-laced
she wages war with spoken word
through every waking hour

I know someone with shaking laughs
who owns a real sword
he lives in wild grandiosity
but still is kind and free

I know someone who laughs with glee
and lays siege to their heroes
they write and scream and draw ink blood
and strike with hellfire glory

I know someone who knows them all
and yet they stand alone
they weave a world of their own hopes
and hope that truth prevails

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to try to find oneself
through someone else's eyes

I play a role
I tell a tale
and hope to find some sense

to remember who I am
surrounded by who I'm not

surrounded by the skins I've left behind

I've been finding my way there

slowly

and every further step
is a step closer
to being right
to being home