They say, wow, look at that loser,
They say, hey, there goes that goof.
They say anything that’s hurtful
As long as it’s never the truth,
All day my ears filled with hatred
It comes from every known direction,
As I walk about no way blocking out the endless
Hurtful words’ infection
Lord, I cry out unto you,
You never showed me what to do.
I can’t believe forgiveness by itself will be
Enough to get me through.
For though, as I volunteered for this at soul,
I wouldn’t dare to see the weight
Of that. This burden wouldn’t be too great for
Me alone to take.
From outside the cosmic womb you formed me.
In all your limitless perfection.
But Lord, these last few years my endless tears
Fill up these pools for my reflection