EVERYONE HAS A STORY, THIS IS MINE

See the little children saying

The life they would like to live

Being happy believing they can be

What they want to be

See the parents saying, you’re a boy

So know what toys are for boys

A doll for a girl

No satin and curls

Your life, it unfurls

For it is not what you planned it to be

No ribbons or bows

Or painting your toes

Its’ just not what good little boys are to be

So play with the boys

For a mans what your going to be

Its’ so plain that we can easily see

So be what we say to be

Suppress what you feel

Your insides they do kill

Because its’ making you ill

As you try to be as they say to be

But every day you do pray

The things you can’t say

As you ask for a much brighter day

Just to live the life that you feel

So on your knees you do kneel

For a new life and thrill

Of living what you feel you to be

To the Lord up above

For the purest of love

That came with the gift of the dove

So I asked if I’m wrong

But with a blessing so strong

From His great loving arms

He says He’s always loved me for who I am

So tell everyone, I am who I am

And I love all my children too

So quit being blue

To yourself you must be true

Just talk to your “Father” above