Sharp intellect matched by few.
Others find it hard to understand our point of view.
Misunderstood in every way.
Deep down we’re as kind as honey bees.
Rarely do we ever sting.
We just want a love
That’s trustworthy and has meaning.
But how can we trust
When they never see us in a pure light?
They’re left to wander and fear
Because we’re not afraid to burn for what’s right.