Twisting around in an effort to see
Your sunshine days and life by the sea
Your carefree ways, and your sugar pie dreams
Your cute little skirts with bows at the seams

But try as I might, the effort is lost
I might catch a glimpse but can’t afford the cost
So I’ll sit as a stone gathering moss
As you sit on your knees and pray to your cross

Disfigured am I in this attempt at normality
In attempting to change I am forsaking reality
To become like you, unblemished and clean
So perfect in everything, I would be obscene

So sit here I will, like a statue of the jesters
As you look on in all you radiance, Esther
Down here below, I wouldn’t dare test her
An annoyance it is that I already pester

You see, it’s not that I’m not meek or mild
It’s just that I am not a God given child
Born of his glory, right in his eyes
I see the way the world looks when he cries

So a bastard am I to forsake his beauty
I will not lay back and do my duty
Not everything is how you see
The world will not be what you want it to be

Wrapped up in disillusion may be my curse
But my prayers do not come from my purse
I will take the wayward course
I will do as I will but not by force

So sit in your elegance, sit in your greed
Take from the less fortunate everything that you need
Everyone will not always see as you see
But you will always be what they want you to be

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