Stones

Under cherry blue skies there's a boy sitting silent
In the shade of an ironwood tree.
He doesn't know now, but his heart will know soon
He's so specially different like me.

It kills to find out your love is a crime
To the ones that taught you to love
You didn't choose to be beaten or bruised
By the stones that built your home
The stones that built your home

There's a girl in the mirror taunted by the reflection
Of someone she'll never be
In a silken pink dress that falls to her ankles like chains
She longs to be free

Her brother's tuxedo that hangs in the closet
Would fit her much better, she knows.
She didn't choose to be beaten or bruised
By the stones that built her home
The stones that built her home

La la la la...

Every once in a while when the cries get too loud
And hurt is all we see
Call out the wrongs at the top of our lungs
We have the right to be

We're damned and abused, often stripped of our truth
Aren't we all deserving of love?
We didn't choose to be beaten and bruised
By the stones that built our home
the stones that built our home



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Clayborne Rogers, Miki Ratsula
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