Dare to be Mormon
Who are you? Who are you? They want the truth
but when you tell the truth its like closed doors
"A Christian" I tell 'em
So what... you're a Jesus freak? You don't drink? You do polygamy?
Acting like they know more about me than I do
The only one who know that is God; He is a part of me
You figured out by now, I'm a Mormon
Yes, I go to Brigham Young University; Yes I use electricity; No, I don't have two moms
What's the big issue? Can't you accept me?
No that's alright, to you it seems so wrong
But what I'm telling you
is that because of Jerusalem, Gethsemane, Jordan River, and Calvary
not to mention Bethlehem
I've become this person
a daughter of God and that's WHO I AM
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