Have you ever stood at a mirror and watched tears endlessly fall?
Have you ever seen and image or heard a whisper, broken?
Have you ever lain in bed at night wishing that tomorrow be the day you shan't wake up?
I have. I have been the freak and the odd one out
I have seen the things you people talk about
I have felt the things you fear
I have known the things you flee from
I have been there and accepted this
I have touched the things softer than feathers
I have touched the things harsher than leathers
I know the pain of being alone
I know the pain of having no home
I know the pain of losing a child
And I know the pain of winter mild
But I know the love
And the joy brings
I know the feeling when a gentle bird sings
I know the path the bird shall follow
And I know the hope of a little swallow
So I know you see
The good and the bad
For I hold it all inside of me