My mom tells me I’m special,
But I know I’m just her trouble.
I fall to the ground with a huge thud,
And I seem to hear some laughter.
I wonder what amuses them so,
I wish I could know too.
But now, as I sit in this bed,
I realize I would never have known.
I wouldn’t understand their sense of humor,
How could they laugh at a dying child,
Trying to live life as much as they were?
My mom tells me I’m special,
But I know I’m just her trouble.
My coordination is all wrong,
My doctor tells me I’ll never,
Even be able to play ping pong.
As I sit here in this bed now,
I realize I’ll never be able to make it through,
Why don’t I just give up now?
God, why didn’t you make me like sister Sally?
So that I could be sitting in her spot now
Looking so cheery and jolly.
My mom tells me I’m special.
And I am no longer her trouble.
For now I have recovered.
All I do now,
Is sit up here, on this couch-like cloud.
It’s really the best view from here;
And now I don’t regret,
God not making me like sister Sally.
But I still don’t understand,
How some people could laugh at a dying child.
I wonder what amuses them so,
I wish I could know too.
