Th unique spirit runs through the wilderness of life
free, easy, herself, one
Though hunted by mobs of social hunters
and angry sharks
Who sneer and jeer at her
and wish to snuff out her unique spark
and make her like one of them
clothed bright and cheery
But entirely superficial, sullen and unhappy
She conceals herself in the thicket of high school hallways
Wishing only for the freedom to be who she is
But others suffer from their own malady
of normalism and wish to deprive her
and all the other free, flying, unique spirits of themselves
the job of the different is to bring joy
to the so called normal
To help them realize that we're all very different
and that is the normal reality in which we live
There's no reason to wear the camouflage of acceptance
if it means the hunter becomes the prey
So put down your weapons of sneers, jeers, snide remarks
and strip yourself of the torturous burden you've given yourself
run through the wilderness with me
and help the guild of unique spirits to always
be free