I was once pickin' berries in a big old red and yellow, green and brown tree. When a teenager came up to me. He said I called him a pig. He hit me in my eye. People thought it was cool that he made me cry. Now in my life, I cannot find a place to hide. And in my life, I can still hear his voice inside. And in my dreams, that voice keeps calling out to me. An in my mind, I can't clear of what I fear. A twisted looking little man. A funny shape to his expression. Trying to avoid the eyes. I can't stay clear of what I fear. I am not a little man. What is held just above my head? I do not fully understand. I just stay clear of what I fear. Why am I always running, always hiding from something? I never realized how much hate I would see if I opened my eyes and looked around to see the men staring at me. I can't stay clear, the hate if follows me. I want to fill you up with love and it will never leave you. I want to turn all of your hate into the love that God gave me. I want to smother all your hate and see the light shine from your eyes. A love that covers over all. A love that will never leave. What's the deal with this world? Seems just a little twisted. Twisted sense of vision. What's the deal with this world. Needs some rearranging. This world that we live in. What's the deal with this world?