B. Cowsill Talk strange make-up's the same Fancy clothes rainbow colors Inside humans reside Crying to one another Living hide-away lives Shelter in towns and cities Point out shout "there they are" Everyone smiles "how pretty." If only they wouldn't Hate themselves or their cross Could we all learn to love A man who is lost Trying hard to survive Moral and social standards Some pay prices too high Easy to give in to branders If only they wouldn't hate Themselves or their cross Could we all learn to love A man who is lost Some die others will cry Just isn't worth fighting for If only they wouldn't hate Themselves or their cross Could we all learn to love A man who is lost If only they wouldn't hate Themselves or their cross