Paint me a picture,
Of what life should be,
A world where it's people don't judge what they see.
Your hair is all gone,
It's alien—it's strange,
You find that your world has started to change.
Why is the question,
You keep in your mind,
Where are the answers you struggle to find.
A while it will take,
To accept this is you,
To challenge yourself in all that is new.
Two eyes and a nose,
A mouth and ears too,
Regardless of hair—we're the same picture God drew.
So paint me a picture,
Of what life should be,
Don't judge a book by it's cover, there's more to us—you'll see.
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