in misery
she lived her life
they judged her as a freak
for she'd no voice to call her own
no voice to sing or speak
but they were wrong to judge her so
to not even give the chance
for even though she was a mute
oh, boy, could that girl
dance

They say that bodies come in all shapes and sizes.
that all are beautiful and lovable...

Everyone has a different character too...
why don't we try to love and understand them all.

Change in any way,
means denying ones true self.

Just because you're different, doesn't mean you're all bad.

Evil abound in the dark night air
The watcher is waiting
As you feel its blood thirsty stare

Sweat starts to form
On your brow and your cheek
As fear grabs your voice
So you cannot even speak

Icy fingers of terror
Run down your neck to your back
As you nervously anticipate
The demons vicious attack

Palm to your chest
You feel your heart race
As the blood starts to slowly
Drain from your face

White as if paper
Ashen colored with fright
As you imagine the unbearably
Painful first bite

Fear in your heart
And tears in your eyes
As you try to be brave
And await its surprise

It steps from the shadows
And into full view
The hideous evil
That was waiting for you

With the light you now see
A form and its shape
Wondering what’s in store
And wanting death over ****

But to your relief
Through tearful eyes you now see
It’s not evil or hateful
As you believed it to be

It stands in the light
Unthreatening and at ease
Not wanting to harm
But only to please

The wings on its back
Are now spread wide and of white
That shines with a pleasing
Soft gleaming light

Its features so beautiful
And wondrous to see
Your fear and the terror
Are suddenly set free

For this is not a creature
Of death, evil or hate
But a loving blessed angel
From heavens front gate

In that moment it was clear
All your life you did waste
For fearing the unknown
And judging in haste