Yes, that's right, look here, at me
Look at all I am, all I can be
I know what your eyes say to your brain,
A warped child stands there, a little insane
Well, I am, crazy in a way
A little stange, off beat, isn't that what they say?
What words went before we spoke?
What snide remark? What joke?
No, don't speak, I don't wish to know
It would only hurt, and I would ask you to go
And that I will not do, for I need you here, with me.
I need you to look at me, honestly and tell me what you see
Look and know, all that came before and after
See with your heart what your eyes can't, for I am both slave and
master.
Sinner and saint, as are we all
I raise my head and I stand tall
And that's the message that I bring without flaw or defect,
No matter the disabilty, impairment or attitude, we are all... perfect.
 
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