I'm a little boy with glasses
the one they call the geek,
A little girl who never smiles
cause I've got braces on my teeth,
And I know how it feels
to cry myself to sleep.

I'm that kid on every playground
who's always chosen last.
A single teenage mother
tryin' to overcome my past.
You don't have to be my friend
but is it to much to ask....

Don't laugh at me, don't call me names,
Don't get your pleasure from my pain.
In God's eyes we're all the same.
Someday we'll all have perfect wings.
Don't laugh at me.....

I'm the cripple on the corner
you've passed me on the street,
And I wouldn't be out here beggin'
if I had enough to eat.
And don't think I notice
that our eyes never meet.

I lost my wife and little boy
when someone crossed that yellow line.
The day we laid them in the ground
is the day I lost my mind,
And right now I'm down to holdin'
this little cardboard sign,
so..........

I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall,
I'm deaf, I'm blind. Hey... aren't we all?
Don't laugh at me, don't call me names,
Don't get your pleasure from my pain.
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings.
Don't laugh at me.....


 

The Art of falling apart

Created 18 February 2000