Band of Gypsies

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What are we
If not a band of gypsies
A ragtag parade
Of patchwork serenades
And I, the minstrel
In reverberating strains
Building chorus from chaos
And bridges from pain

What are we
If not a tribe of jesters
A knick knack collage
Of midnight sabotage
And I, in makeup
Performing for the stars
Stealing laughter from disaster
With a silicon heart

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Undesirables

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We are
We are
The artists painting eyes in shades of hope

We are
We are
The scars across the silken skin of youth

We are
We are
The mysteries determined to be known

We are
We are
The riot in the silence that is you

The undesirables
Never quite behaved enough, it seems
With hearts like fireballs
By aerosol your walls display our dreams
We are the misfits
With lips dipped in a deeper hue of red
A calm rebellion
In a symphony conducted by the dead

We are
We are
A family of possibilities

We are
We are
A catalyst for risking everything

We are
We are
The anti-norm dichotomy of dreams

We are
We are
The targets on the heart of being free

The undesirables
The shapes that still refuse to fit the mold
The undetectables
Like anti-virus agents in the code
we are the strangers
Bold enough to stand against the force
Of present danger
Brazenly in love with no remorse