Gotta story for you
´Bout a little friend
Never felt good enough
Had a heart to mend
Never felt pretty
Learned to just pretend
Wished someone had listened
To her cries of pain

Maybe I´m the lucky one
Maybe the forgotten one
Maybe, but I know
I´m not God´s stepchild

Didn´t want to burden
Mother had enough stress
So often I´d talk to you
Through my four legged friends
Always there to listen
Though I felt so all alone
And in my times of trouble
I know
You saw my smile of pain

Now that I am older
Gone through so much pain
I learned that I should love me
No more feeling ashamed
I´ve seen the great illusions
I´ve seen the rough terrain
I´ve walked through my own journey
And my love for you remains

I know I´m the lucky one
I know I´m a special one
I know, that God does
Not have a stepchild.