I’m
a little boy with glasses, the one they call a 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.
I’m
the one who’s slower than the others in my class.
You
don’t have to be my friend, but is it too 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 beggar on the corner.
You’ve passed me on the street.
I
wouldn’t be out here begging if I had enough to eat.
Don’t
think I don’t notice that our eyes never meet.
I
was born a little different,
I
do my dreaming from this chair.
I
pretend it doesn’t hurt me when people point and stare.
There’s
a simple way to show me just how much you care.
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 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.
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