Julia. 2002
Written whilst under a section of the mental health act, and a patient in hosptal following a really bad mental breakdown.

Misfit

Dear little misfit
I thought you'd like to know
You can't squeeze a square peg
Into that of a round hole
You stick out like a sore thumb
Always the odd one out
Your phobia's beginning to show now
What's this all about

Lord I am a loner
And have always been from the start
But it's not really been through choice
As life's events have played their part
How do you learn to trust in man
When man has let you down
You tell yourself that you're not loved
This is the seed that man has sown

Protect me Lord, I beg of you
From the web of Satans lies
He tells me that I'm not good enough
And that I am despised
He works on my inadequacies
And fills my head with doubts
Then stamps on my low self-esteem
To let my insecurities out

Rejoice child of mine
As it's always been the case
All my children are misfits
Of the present time and place
My son he was a misfit
Though he had popularity
But the people soon rejected him
On the cross at Calvary

And the disciples, because they loved him
Became the enemy of the state
Where ever they went, they found in man
Such anger and such hate
Throughout all of history
And the future yet to come
My children are the misfits
Set apart on this earthly kingdom

So do not worry, my little child
That you don't fit in
Set your sights much higher
To the world where you belong
And do not place your faith in man
Look to me instead
That I may feed your every need
With my water and my bread