You see everyone is wearing them
These little yellow bracelets that say "live...

I always had wanted
To stand out in the crowd...

You bring my hand to yours
And grip them both tight...

She was always so happy
Her heart, big and warming...

I’m lying here, in the grass
Looking up at the sky...

You dress differently
You get treated like a reject...

Have you always wanted to be popular?
You don’t seem the kind...

As these tears roll down her cheeks,
She asks you what went wrong...

Dear Diary,
Today I had to say goodbye...

I've heard so many comments
And seen numerous stares...

We have innocent lives sleeping out on benches in...
Their lives are harsh, cold, and most likely dark...

If only we weren't divided between one other
By race, religion, and certainly color...