They called him a freak
They spit in his face
He was not like the others
He felt so out of place
Treated like a disease
Oh, what a disgrace
He was to his family
He felt so ashamed
He felt so ashamed
Of who he was
Or was it what he had become?
Was he born this way?
Or did he have a choice in the matter?
He said, “What harm could be done
If I pursue this desire?
I know I’m not the only one
Who longs for
Someone to love
Intimately
Why can’t they just see
That I have no control?
Why does it matter to them
Who I choose to give
My body to?
It’s mine after all
Isn’t it?”
Sick
Of who he was
Or was it what he had become?
Was he born this way?
Or did he have a choice in the matter at hand?
A choice in the matter at hand
A choice in the matter at hand
“They just don’t understand
Understand”
“Searching the world for an answer
If there’s a God, tell me, what is his plan?
His, so-called, ‘people’ treat me like a cancer
I’m not a monster, I’m only a man
I’m only a man”
“Longing to be loved
Maybe, I’m searching
In all the wrong places
Hoping to be found
Hoping to find my identity”
“My sexuality
Is just a part of me
It doesn’t define who I am
This body isn’t mine
I did not create it
It was given to me”
“So I must learn to use my body for it’s intended purpose
Not to satisfy my own selfish desires, but to worship the Creator
For I do have a choice in the matter at hand after all
I can choose to sin against my own flesh or I can choose to obey”
Lyrics by Jared T. Lacey
Music by Jared T. Lacey and Adam Thompson
Performed by Poetic Descent
Recording, mixing and mastering by Justin Moore at The Darkroom in Piqua, OH
Copyright 2018
