• Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall
    I've seen about everything, I've heard just about all.
    These streets buzz with the ones who are like me.
    Blinded by the flickering lights, hearts desiring to be free.

    Despite the harsh words from my parents, it's nothing compared to my peers.
    Telling them the truth was the only thing that brought me here.
    To be kicked out for saying I was "pansexual," and "trans"...
    That was more than anything I would not understand

    I've been rejected by family. Especially my own home.
    I sleep on this cold, hard bench. I spend my days wandering, walking, just roam.
    holidays past, as well as my birthday. Yet I don't feel sad.
    The ones like me who survive never seems glad.

    I keep hope stored in me for help to come
    I'll try to stay happy for the little things, just to know that I'm not numb.
    When I get off the cursed streets of , "Hollywood" I made a promise.
    Help those like me, give them shelter, offer the things that they've missed.
    Once we get out of this city, I know by heart we'll be in pure bliss.