Maybe Then...
Author: Debra Thompson, © 2001

I carry your bags and I wear your clothes I see through your eyes breathe through your nose Then you can accept me, but only then ---- If I walk in your shoes one step behind following the lead of your superior mind I sleep in my box and I walk in my yard I play by your rules so it isn�t too hard But you don�t accept me, not even then ---- You divide me and label me to conquer my soul You know all I�ve been thinking or so I�ve been told You know who I am, how I feel, what I think If you could see it through my eyes you�d see a soul on the brink of accepting who I am, but what then ---- You give me no credit, no respect am I due All I�ve been given, I owe it all to you You point an accusing finger then push me down Like the omnipresent bully on every neighborhood playground If I�d accept the blame you�d be happy then, maybe then ----