The Soul of Rauzman

Sitting in Dad's old chair Big Red on my lap Lighter in my shaking hand Smoke drifting through the dark Then she opened up the doorway Guided me toward the light Teresia stood beside me And taught me how to listen at night Midnight Conversations came the Neon Saints then the Harbour men they stood in the rain Kayla strong holds pain in her hands Laura is determined she never stops Sarah with pink hair chaos walking Destiny keeps things together like a practiced prayer They came in hard they stayed and listened I saw my face in the way they shimmered Drew healer came first strong and caring Dylan followed close brave, fire-walking Will talks and listens keeps the room alive Evan keeps the dark away when the dark arrives Rauzman give me my voice Rauzman I choose this life Queer stories queer metal Queer books queer light Rauzman we come alive Rauzman we do not hide Today there the soul of Rauzman they gave me my voice I gave them mine A room for the bruised a room for the bold a room where a name can finally unfold Not just surviving not just getting by but learning your shadow can learn how to shine Every soft hand every sharp truth made a home from the noise made a home from the proof Drew healer came first strong and caring Dylan followed close brave, fire-walking Will talks and listens keeps the room alive Evan keeps the dark away when the dark arrives Rauzman give me my voice Rauzman I choose this life Queer stories queer metal Queer books queer light Rauzman we come alive Rauzman we do not hide If you were lost you could sit beside us if you were split we would still divide the dark Kayla, Laura Sarah, Destiny Drew, Dylan, Will, Evan hold the spark And when the night leans in we lean back harder name by name we make the harbor warmer Rauzman give me my voice Rauzman we choose this life Queer stories queer metal Queer books queer light Rauzman we come alive Rauzman we do not hide Together we come alive