Hey there, weird kid in your high-top shoes. Sitting in the back of the class; I was just like you. Always left out, never fit in. Owning that path you're walking in.
I still remember Miss Bessie singing. Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys. Just five years old, my church shoes a-dangling. Yeah, she's long gone and I'm still chasing this song.
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