A path I'm lost in
    I've seen this place before
    The more I follow the more
    I wonder:


    The Sun is gold, the color
    Of faith for me. I look
    Up and the blinding light.
    But why am I a dull gray?


    I don't fit in crowds
    No one likes me no
    One cares. If I'm me,
    Why aren't I I'm special?


    I follow the path and
    My questions are answered
    I'm a blooming red a folower
    thats not yet blossomed,
    I'm special, better, then
    I ever was