Fursona

Sometimes I am lost
the rain pours down
and nobody is sorry
that our world has come to this

and you can tell me that it's not me
but the animal inside is all I want to be

always looking for my shooting star
or an airplane to go just as far
because I need a wish for this
it's the dream I could never miss

all our animal brothers and sisters
the way we own them and don't know them
there's thunder outside my window
I just can't live a life so dim

the storm is only gaining
but I know the way to peace
I run and it keeps raining
I know the path of the eye

and you can say the fox isn't me
but the animal inside is all I want to be

only then can I stand in the sun
a life apart from what I've done
being my species of choice
and keeping my caring voice

and on that day
so very far away
what animals will say
keeps the tempest bay

fursonas singing the truth loud
that we're all animals in this together
being my true species, forever proud
a circle of life that none can sever

and you, I dare you
just try to say the fox isn't me
as my fursona, living true
my greatest dream for you to see
a world at peace under skies of blue
with all animals forever free

in the end, it doesn't matter what you think or say
when I am my fursona, a proud soul here to stay