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There are no winners….

 

A baby boy is born and all are happy

The line continues, the circle unbroken

No one asks the child who she is

All assume that nature's got it right

 

A brother's born and all rejoice

The line is assured, the cycle's complete

No one sees the child for who she is

There is no place for your sister self

 

There's a happy child for all to see

Building a shell for all to see

No one knows the child for who she is

There is no place for her to weep.

 

There's the shell for all to see

Just like the boys she run's and plays

No one questions who she is

Even he's forgotten who she is.

 

 

A mothers love smothers all

Doubts are soothed fears are eased

No one questions the shell

Even she's forgotten who she is.

 

Puberty's scars are tears to weep

The Alien starts to live and breathe

No one tells her what's to be

Even she's forgotten who she is.

 

New friends New places to go

The truth is there for all to see

I've just found out how I should been

Its clear to me now a mistake has been made

 

A fathers love is a constant thing

He's found the new skin I've made

Not a word he said a look's enough

I'll have to live within this shell

 

 

I have become host to this alien thing

I am a puppet on the end of a string

It's taken me on a nightmare trip

The alien has me at its grip

 

Puberty's scars have begun to fade

In life the best just has to be made

I have become no more than a shell

This life can be a living hell

 

I drift from pillar to post

Looking and hiding from my self the most

The truth is just too hard to admit

How can you tell them your body doesn't fit?

 

She dare not face this awful truth

Perhaps is better to walk off the roof

She knows that it can be hard to arrange

Her body it's now possible to change.

 

 

This pain is too awful to bare

Tell anyone and they just stare

Next they tell you your sick in the head

Perhaps it's better to be dead!

 

Drink brings peace for a while at least

Hangover's shadow feeds that awful beast

When you're drunk that alien sleeps

And no one can see why she weeps.

 

Oblivion comes when you have some dope

Happiness comes at puff of some smoke

Illusions come when you float in your head

Sometimes it seems better to be dead

 

Freedom comes with a slip of a knife

Shame that the alien's got more than one life

Hospitals lights, the nurses just stare

Shame that they only pretend to care

 

 

Along comes a girl in the guise of a dove

Here is someone to share your love

Here is someone who wants you for who you are

Here is someone who's drunk at the bar.

 

Along comes a child a gift from the gods

Something good something magical against the odds

Company's folded times just got harder,

Now there's no food in the larder

 

Bitterness warps all that remains

Hatred is a beast that no one can tame

Love turned to hate at the end of the game

Break-up, she leaves in the rain

 

Now I've become both father and mother

My son no longer misses the other

Feeling alone and yet fulfilled

No doubts now I am strong willed

 

 

Al last I've accepted who I really am

The woman within has emerged from this shell

What's this emotion I feel?

Relief I no longer have to pretend

 

I look at the world and now can I see

The people I've hurt, the people I love

Those people I see are one and the same

There is no winner in this frightful game