Your so small and weak
Who would love you?

Looking like some wild beast
As the one’s we saw last week.

I didn’t chose to be what I am
So why then am I treated like the black sheep?

It’s one thing when those at the outside
Try’s to turn your life upside down.

But, it’s a whole different ball game
When flesh and blood beats you down
lower than the ground.

Often I’ll cry myself to sleep
Asking God, if...