Aren't we all but broken souls
Just packaged differently
From tall to small, partial to whole
All with the same deep hidden needs

The desire to be accepted
For whom we really are
In a world where most are rejected
If you don't come with a Hollywood Walk of fame star

The thing is about postage
We're all pretty much priced the same
Open the package and you'll notice
There's more to life than our stickers and tape

Though some get beat up in the mailing
Traveling from Post to Post
Life is not always smooth sailing
In the way some folk, choose to go

Because after all we're all broken souls
Just packaged differently
Beat up and torn in a world that's gone wrong
We all still have the same deep hidden needs