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I remember in my younger years
Walking to the city pool
Got yelled at called a faggot
From this kid I knew in school
His dad and dad before him
Lived outside of town
With a lack of education
And the options weren't around
Sometimes I'd see that boy in class
With bruises on his eyes
Red and pretty swollen
Tears tangled up in pride
Repeating memorized rhetoric
About it being God's way
If I don't follow the Good Book
There'd be some hell to pay
I don't blame you how you turned out
A habit's hard to break
You were born into what you became
And I was born this way
I can try to show compassion
Before you take that shot
Out here in the open
Whether I like it or not
Driving back from a party
With friends on a Saturday night
I slowed down to a wreckage
In the coldest part of night
That boy who called me faggot
Lie bleeding almost dead
He wrecked that truck from drinking
And the windshield met his head
Well I pulled him from the driver seat
Said help is on its way
Put my hand up upon his chest
And said it'll be okay
When he focused on my likeness
I could see it in his eyes
Everything he'd been taught to hate
Would finally save his life
And the irony about this
I told him with a smile
Your God must work in stranger ways
Than your heart will allow
He caught his breath between the tears
His eyes bloodshot and dim
His rebel flag tattooed hand
Holding mine to his
He said please don't blame me for how I turned out
I learned a little late
I was born into what I became
And you were born this way
I can try to show compassion
That might be all I've got
Out here in the open
Whether I like it or not
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