This is a song by
Mark Willis

I'm a little boy with glasses,
The one they call 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.
A single teenage mother,
Tryin' to overcome my past.
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 cripple on the corner,
You've passed me on the street.
And I wouldn't be out here beggin',
If I had enough to eat.
And don't think I don't notice,
That our eyes never meet.

I lost my wife and little boy when
Someone crossed that yellow line.
The day we laid them in the ground,
Is the day I lost my mind.
And right now I'm down to holdin'
This little cardboard sign.
so...

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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