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by: Sir Wolfr1 2006 You see us in the malls You see us in your place of worship But yet you do not see us at all For we are the Army of the Night Whose uniforms are made of denium and leather Who love and are loved in our own special way In pride we love and stand together You do not understand our type of love You also refuse so often to even try Perferring instead to turn your head or curl your lip When you see us proudly walking by You look down your nose and shake your head We look at you and knowingly smile For as you are so we once were We understand why you are so hostile We are proud members of the Leather Nation We understand the need to stand tall or proudly bend a knee We look at your words and scorn and hear the unspoken That soft voice within that speaks to you in a desparate plea For what we are is without sorrow displayed proudly Dom, sub, switch, you may find it somewhat bizzare Our trust matures displayed without question before you As deep inside you yearn to be what we are To feel the leather upon your flesh To know the sweet and the bitter all the same To know without asking your place in the world To feel that rebellious fire in your breast be honored and tamed So you see dear and most vanilla friend Your voices are not just heard but understood You see us standing tall and proud Where you stood is where we ourselves once stood We had the courage to look within our soul And not to be repulsed by what we there did find To understand and accept who and what we truly are And then to seek out others of our own kind So we make that offer now unto you my friend Look into your private thoughts when the night is still black To look honestly at what you truly are And not turn away when you see what is looking back 
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