Last night I woke up with a scream I really had a terrible dream I dreamt I was blind I could not see And everyone they picked on me. They shouted and they pushed me around Until I feel upon the ground Even then they carried on Although I had done a nothing wrong. If your body is not all there They pick you out they look they stare You feel so guilty you feel the shame Even though your not to blame What if it was not me but it was them Maybe then they would think again Maybe then they would understand And make this place a better land. John Connor Copyright ??2002 John Connor