How can they be so cruel,
When they call me names to hurt me,
Exception to the rule
No, they knowing nothing at all
No they don't understand,
How I could hold your hand
Will they ever understand
How I could hold your hand close to me
Oh, we know how it feels
Our love is real
I'm a prisoner in this age
It won't give in easy
They'll have to turn the page
Instead of putting you down
Needing a helping hand
I'm not so different after all
Needing a promised land
So we can get along
Writer(s): Steve Bronski, John Andrew Foster, Larry Steinbachek
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