Staring at the stained glass
lost in thought
I think about life
and all the things I've been

Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a

How can you tell when love is love? 
​​​And how do you know its real?
That's what I've been asking

Have you ever wondered
Why the sky is called the sky?
Have you ever wondered
Why an onion make

All I really want in life
Is to go back to my normal self
To be the person I used to be
Without

The colour of our skin
Doesn't define who we are
It won't make us smarter
And won't make us a