It's not so much the who I am but what I represent.
I'm a reflection of the bound seeking an outlet for emotion.
I'm that tale that only comes out well at night.
I am the voice that speaks no pitch
The loudness of silence long forgotten
The flag that waves those hands in satirical admiration
The fleet that brings home the news of Christmas
I am the stranger that sneaks up the chimney to put the lights out
I am the perfect.