B. Cowsill
Talk strange make-up's the same
Fancy clothes rainbow colors
Inside humans reside
Crying to one another
Living hide-away lives
Shelter in towns and cities
Point out shout "there they are"
Everyone smiles "how pretty."
If only they wouldn't
Hate themselves or their cross
Could we all learn to love
A man who is lost
Trying hard to survive
Moral and social standards
Some pay prices too high
Easy to give in to branders
If only they wouldn't hate
Themselves or their cross
Could we all learn to love
A man who is lost
Some die others will cry
Just isn't worth fighting for
If only they wouldn't hate
Themselves or their cross
Could we all learn to love
A man who is lost
If only they wouldn't hate
Themselves or their cross