The little girl didn’t like to wear
Her curly hair
She wanted to fit in
I could dye my hair
But I can’t seem to change the color of my skin
Wish I could go back to say
You’re beautiful just the way
God created you
Perfectly
Unique
The little girl didn’t like to wear
Her curly hair
She wanted to fit in
I could dye my hair
But I can’t seem to change the color of my skin
Wish I could go back to say
You’re beautiful just the way
God created you
Perfectly
Unique
Don’t cry
For the children
Starving
For you are too
Starved
Out of war emerged a Phoenix
Out of boredom of watching T.V.
You learned to look outside
Not knowing who you are
I AM HERE
Cries your ghost
But you change the channel
Then try to find inspiration
At an empty bar
Don’t cry for starving children
Cry for those
Not knowing they are starved