I'm a little boy with glasses, The
one they call a geek.
A
little girl who never smiles, Cuz I got braces on my teeth,
And I know how it feels, To cry myself to sleep.
I am that kid on every playground,
Whose always chosen last.
A single teenage mother, Trying to overcome her past.
You don't have to be my friend, If it's 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.
Some day we'll all have perfect Wings.
Don't laugh at me.
I'm a cripple on the corner, You
pass me on the street,
I wouldn't be out here begging, If I had enough to eat.
And don't think I don't notice, That our eyes, they never meet.
I lost my wife and little boy, When someone crossed that yellow line.
The day we layed'em in the ground, Was the day I lost my mind.
Right now I'm down to holding, This little cardboard sign.
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.
