strange thing

You can say I'm a little dreamer

I have my rhymes

And my songs 

I've been questioning myself

And where I've gone wrong

Where do I belong

Is it in a stranger's bed

Is it in my loved one's head

Am I really mistress

And not that masculine

Or a concubine

Am I really wife

Or have I passed the time 

I have been chasing unicorns

And wild creatures 

I'm never bored

I can't find something that'll last

I've been dealing with my past

I finally got my head right 

And on straight

And gayly forward

I have been such a fright

And frought with this mess

I finally am comforted by my own image

I'm feeling content

I do still have my vision of love

I'm man enough to face my problems

I am strong 

I am tough

I am sweet 

I feel the beat of your heart

While you lie next to me

I do have my vision of love

And it is to feel your heartbeat

It is to feel your sweat 

All over me

I'm feeling content

Will I become slave

Does it matter that I'm gay

Do you care for me

I feel your honesty

And the imperfect is perfect to me

I am not the cradle of sanity

I am not the cradle of morality

I know nothing of your civilization

I just want you next to me

It's a strange thing

I feel your honesty

Come over to my house

Come over my neck

I put on my cross

I feel you on chest

I'm in the state of ecstasy

I hear the angel's singing

As I sing along

I'm writing and praying

And I do my cross

I feel your power over me

I want to feel your pierced hands

All over me

I want to feel your honesty