| Like a fish plucked from the ocean, tossed in-to a foreign stream. Always knew that I was different; often fled into a dream. I ignored the raging currents. Right against the tide I swam. But I floated with the question. Who will love me as I am? Like an odd exotic creature on display inside a zoo. Hearing children asking questions makes me ask some questions too. Could we bend the laws of nature? Could a lion love a lamb? Who could see beyond this surface? Who will love me as I am? Who will ever call to say ‘I love you’? Send me flowers or a telegram? Who could proudly stand beside me? Who will love me as I am? Like a clown whose tears cause laughter, trapped inside the center ring. Even seeing smiling faces, I am lonely pondering. Who would want to join this madness? Who would change my monogram? Who will be part of my circus? Who will love me as I am? Who will ever call to say ‘I love you’? Send me flowers or a telegram? Who could proudly stand beside me? Who will love me as I am? Who could proudly stand beside me? Who will love me as I am? Lyrics by Bill Russell |
| Who Will Love Me As I Am? |