Since the time I was quite small I have considered myself quite shy,
Since the morning I awoke and thought my dad was going to die.
I find it hard to talk to most people,
Most of the time.
And I keep to myself and find it hard to cry.
I am backwards and an outcast,
And I get bullied by some folk,
But inside I feel as big and strong as a mighty oak,
And as fearless as an eagle soaring through the sky.
But I keep to myself teathered to a pole,
Buried ten feet in the ground and set in concrete.
Take this moment to hear my words.
Reach out, reach out
I'm not just a little tadpole,
Walk with me hand in hand,
We can all be free and not teathered,
We can all march this beautiful land.