this one goes out to the quiet ones
who are often cast a scornful eye
who endure many vicious taunts
With a collective sigh
This one goes out to the plain ones
Whose looks don?t always shine
whose enemy is February
for they receive no valentines
this one goes out to the strange ones
who we may never comprehend
who consider it an honor
just to have a single friend
this one goes out to the loners
who wear a badge of seclusion with pride
who are not afraid to sit alone
or store their soul inside
and this one goes out to all outcasts
of all colors, genders, and creeds
for the world truly needs diversity
and you will plant the seeds