I hear them in the background, whispering their hate; plotting their attack.
I was born sick, I heard them say it.
I cant help it, I've prayed for forgiveness, But I was born sick.
I was born a creature of uniqueness, A creature who should be judged, A creature who should preach, And a creature who should be happy.
I am happy, And I am strong, I rise against you, Because I know you're wrong.
I stand tall and proud, whilst you whisper.
I wasn't born sick, I wasn't born wrong, God cant save me, Because I'm not in distress, It was you! You who created this mess. And it was you, You were born sick.