Stranger

Why does it hurt when you're different?

Why does it bother when you stick out?

All my fears and failures are on the table

And it is soon coming out.

If I say a word, you soon will notice

my accent might tell you, I am not from around

The way I think, the words I chose to speak

Perhaps the way I dress will give it out.

I remember when my friend

First told me "you're weird"

I am sure it wasn't her intention,

but inside of me I really thought I was

And you'll see, you might think that

Saying "you're weird" it's no big deal

But when you hear it over and over

Those two words start spinning, just like a wheel.

What is it with words

That can affect you for so long?

What is it with being different

That people can notice and can take it so wrong?

And yes, today I'm sad

I really hope that you don't mind

If I write out what I am feeling

And spell it out within these lines.

My sorrows change just like the seasons

From white to orange

From laughter to tears

It's not uncommon to feel my heart

a little broken, to be sincere

Speaking about sincerity,

uncomfortable feelings that come and go

Sometimes when I try to be authentic

I get rejected, so I forget the goal...

Of loving others and forgiving them

All the time, no matter what

I feel like shouting, running, and screaming

I feel like crying and all at once.

Believe me, I do have walls

That need still to be tear down

It's my desire to build a bridge

that will allow me to get closer...

Closer to the people that have hurt me

closer to the feelings I've been hiding

And let them go in just one instant

Like a balloon that wants to fly to the moon.

Why does it hurt when you're different?

Why does it bother when you stick out?

I ask myself over and over

knowing I'm scared to find the answers deep, deep down.

Lord, here I stand in front of you

No need to hide

Would you come and heal me? Would you forgive me?

Would you come and tell me what your sweet thoughts are?

If you come, I know everything will change

You know what it means, what it feels to be me

If you show up, I know you'll touch my heart

To remind me that you, too, were strange

You were a stranger to your own people

You were a foreigner in your own land

You have experienced rejection

And now you wanna hold my hand to tell me...

"I love you, my princess,

My daughter you're mine

You are not weird, you are beautiful

I'm so sorry someone has hurt your heart"

"It's okay, you can rest now

I'm holding you, you're in my arms

Remember I'm your Creator

I have made you with my own pure hands.

Now, would you do me a favor?

Next time someone tells you

That you're weird, tell them back

Did you know that I'm wonderfully and fearfully made?"