Its Hard to Be a Freak
It’s hard to be a freak. I know the pain my son
It’s hard to be unique; a minority of one
Things can look quite bleak. When you are a freak

It’s hard to be a freak, when you are turned away
It’s hard to be a freak, when they won’t let you play
Their games of hide and seek. Yes it’s hard to be a freak

They all like the daytime.  But you love the night
You are just one little red flower, in a field of white
In a field of white

It’s hard to bе a freak, when you are in a crowd
And you hеar someone speak, a little bit too loud
“Look mom, there goes a freak.” It is hard to be a freak

It’s hard to be a freak. I know the pain my son
It’s hard to be unique, but you are not the only one
I’ll let you in on a sec- ret, Everyone is a freak

We are all freaks in our way. That’s the miracle of DNA
The world would be quite tame, if we were all the same
It is OK to be a freak. We are all a little odd
Everyone is unique; it is just the work of G-d
Remember, these words I speak
You know it’s nice to be a freak