My Dog's Breath Smells Like Worcestershire Sauce.

Ever wonder why the moon's brighter than the stars?
Wanting to be heard but only being able to reflect.
Bright like the lights on the passing cars.

Some of the quietest voices want to speak the loudest.
The proudest are usually the shrewdest.
The victims of social espionage,
Don't know how to do anything,
'Cept sit back while someone takes their voice.

I hope that someday, somehow,
Someway.
That those thieves will have to pay.
For taking the voices away from those who don't know what to say,
from the gay.
Perceptions last forever, Voices fade.
Be true to yourself,
Cause nobody else has to.