I'm that kid on every playground,
Who's always chosen last,
A single teenage Mother,
Trying to overcome my past.
You don't have to be my friend,
But is it too much to ask?

Don't laugh at me.
Don't call me names,
Don't get your pleasure from my pain.
In God's eyes were all the same.
Someday we'll all have perfect wings.

Don't laugh at me.

I'm the cripple on the corner,
You've passed me on the street,
And I wouldn't be out here begging,
If I had enough to eat,
And don't think I don't notice,
That our eyes never meet.

I lost my wife and little boy,
When someone crossed that yellow line.
The day we laid them in the ground,
Is the day I lost my mind,
And right now I'm down to holding,
This little cardboard sign.

I'm fat, I'm thin, I'm short, I'm tall.
I'm deaf, I'm blind, hey aren't we all?

Don't laugh at me.
Don't call me names.
Don't get your pleasure from my pain.
In God's eyes were all the same.
Someday we'll all have perfect wings.

Don't laugh at me

Written By: Mark Wills

Though I walk in the midst of trouble,
You preserve my life; you stretch out
Your hand against the anger of my foes,
With your right hand you save me.
Psalms 138:7

"I will be a Father to you,
And you will be my sons and daughters,
Says the Lord Almighty."
2 Corinthians 6:18

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