And a boy was born
His heart was so torn
By racism and fear
By thistles and thorns
That his life brought to bear
He liked nothing of himself
His heart ached…longing for death
But life was not through
He had much more to do.

And a boy was born
Most of his life……he mourned
His condition…much scorned
He asks…Why was I born?
What is my purpose?  To bear burden and pain?
Lord lighten his condition…..it pours down like rain.
Upon the soul of a child
He has walked a long mile
To find no relief…..not even a smile.

And a boy was born
The world had been adorned
By his birth……his life
By his turmoil…..his strife
Through his life he would sift
And find a beautiful gift
Pressures came……time went on
Forces melded him into a diamond.

He looks back and realize now
All was not for naught
His experiences…….his conditions
Inspired great thought
He looks for his answers now
They come from within
He looks forward to a future
From a world……that taught him to hate his skin.