I wasn't just a label of
the company I kept.
I had a face, I had a name,
I laughed, I danced, I wept.

Once I was a little child,
I had a family.
In ways I was just like those boys,
who took all this from me.

There were times I sat and cried,
because I felt such pain,
and thought that I could not go on,
or thought I'd go insane.

Sometimes I felt inadequate,
and frightened and depressed.
But EVERYBODY feels this way,
though maybe not expressed.

I wish that I had taken time,
to get to know that boy.
I'd show the one who took my life,
that life is to enjoy.

Because we *looked* so different,
in our faces and our dress,
He just *assumed* that I was one,
who caused him all this stress.

He never took a second glance,
or even knew my name.
He took my life and never knew,
how much we were the same.

Let this be a lesson,
a positive-from pain.
I beg of you right here and now,
my death not be in vain.

Pluck, from this, a purpose,
get up and take a stand.
Reach those whom you think "different",
and take them by the hand.

Take the time to notice,
that he is human too.
For ONLY THEN, you'll see in him,
the pain inside of YOU.

*(He never took a second glance,
or even knew my name.
He took my life and never knew,
how much we were the same.)*

For if you find a treasure chest,
and see it has a lock,
Don't just assume, "It's worthless junk,
with value of a rock".

Find a way to open,
what seems like rusted tin.
For all the strife and struggle,
you'll find the gold within.

Don't judge books by covers,
but by the stories grown.
Then you'll find of every page,
a treasure in it's own.

*(He never took that second glance,
or even knew my name.
He took my life and never knew,
how much we were the same)*

My friend, that is the lesson,
God wants me to convey.
Treat EVERYONE with kindness,
each and EVERY single day.

You see, the one who took my life,
without a single care.
He didn't really *SEE* me,
just what I chose to wear.

I've written you this letter,
From Heaven up above.
That you might learn His lesson,
from this hate--LEARN HOW TO LOVE.

"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away"
Revelation 21:4