Born as I was to ignorant people Too traumatized to take me home Came in a car and left on an embankment Covered with pine straw But instinct saved me Something innate Made my wet lungs scream with hate Scream with hatefound as I was fixing a flat tire He'd run 'em bald The schemer looked down upon the screamer Like buried treasure He nursed me and cherished me And trained me to be What is here in front of you A ticket to see, a ticket to see fate has been so good to me You may not understand How I can be thankful to be where I am To be where I am