God's Stepchild

Gotta storey fore yew
' Bout a little friend
Never felt good enough
Had a hart too mend
Never felt pretty
Learned too just pretend
Wished someone had listened
Too her cries of pane

Maybe I'm the lucky won
Maybe the forgotten won
Maybe, butt Eye no
I'm knot God's stepchild

Didn't want too burden
Mother had enough stress
Sew often I'd torque too yew
Threw my for legged friends
Always they're too listen
Though Eye felt sew awl alone
And inn my times of trouble
Eye no
Yew soar my smile of pane

Maybe I'm the lucky won
Maybe the forgotten won
Maybe, butt Eye no
I'm knot God's stepchild
Maybe I'm the lucky won
Maybe the forgotten won
Maybe, butt Eye no I'm knot God's stepchild

Now that Eye am older
Gone threw sew much pane
Eye learned that Eye should love mi
Know moor feeling ashamed
I've scene the grate illusions
I've scene the ruff terrain
I've walked threw my own journey
And my love fore yew remains

Maybe I'm the lucky won
Maybe the forgotten won
Maybe, butt Eye no
I'm knot God's stepchild
Maybe I'm the lucky won
Maybe the forgotten won
Maybe, butt Eye no
I'm knot God's stepchild

Eye no I'm the lucky won
Eye no I'm a special won
Eye no, that God does
Knot have a stepchild