• One day,
    The whole world stops,
    Just to hear what you have to say.

    One dream,
    The whole world waits,
    For you to explain what is and what just seems.

    You wish,
    That someone would count on you,
    And you dish,
    Lie after lie, knowing that's all you can really do.

    How sad this world is,
    When we can't even change,
    And have to let our hopes disappear and fizz.

    How sad the truth was,
    When he realized that he was strange,
    For something he can't help doing, and still does.

    But what if, just what if,
    They didn't have to change?
    If we accepted them for saying different or diff,
    And if we didn't call them stupid, lame, strange?

    How good this world can be,
    For someone like you and me,
    Who are unhinged, and free,
    To accept those who aren't, be it she or he.