(Foreword)

In a dimly blue lit room [?]
In [?] quiet suburb
We hold the silence with reverence
Not needing to speak
Being comfortable just in our own skin
In the near dark

We are young, we are restless, we are rebels
Young gay people, living our lives in radical self-love
In an act of defiance against the people
Who would like to see us torn down

Despite the darkness, we shine