Shadow of a Cage

I've seen my share of boys who think they're men
Doesn't seem anything has changed
They come here stinking of beer and cologne
Shiny boots, Bible names

But this one he was different he was softer somehow
Quaking like a moth for the moon
Swaying bare-chested in the summer night
Something deep coming loose

I guess I wanted just to touch someone
But my hands are made of stone
I wanted him to see the shape of me
But my skin is made of chrome

I know it's awful but I'm grateful to him
For making me feel like i was strong
For seeing stripes on my face
Not the shadow of a cage

You and me, Ian
Wild and free



Credits
Writer(s): Dane Terry
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