Do you see what I see?

A familiar tune went through my mind last week... at the school bookfair...


"Do you see what I see?"
I see stares from children
What do they see?
They see, I think, that I am different.
I want them to talk to me before their parents snatch them away.
I want them to see it's ok,
the wheelchair... or the walker... or whatever...

"Do you hear what I hear?"
I hear whispers. I hear "don't stare."
What do they hear?
They hear, I think, that I am different.
I want to tell them it's ok, the wheelchair...
I want them to hear it's ok,
the wheelchair... or the walker... or whatever...

"Do you know what I know?"
I know I'm at the bookfair, just like them.
What do they know?
They "know," I think, that I am different.
I want to tell them it's ok, the wheelchair...
I want them to know it's ok, it's good,
the wheelchair... or the walker... or whatever...

Because you/I see... hear.. know...

"Said the king to the people ev'rywhere:
Listen to what I say!
Pray for peace, people ev'rywhere,
Listen to what I say!
The Child, the Child
Sleeping in the night.
He will bring us goodness and light.
He will bring us goodness and light."

And all the other stuff is, really, minor.
We are all children of God.

Peace.