They Are Not Me

Hurt and anger born from lies Death and blood spawned from sins The air echoes with victimized cries Another wave of discrimination falls right in Dirty glances hurtle my way No matter how young and how pure my soul Ignorance and hate always ends my day They think they know the role I play Explosions and fires is what they see And no matter how much pain I feel The majority only sees a villain in me I lower my head down and wish this wasn’t real All because of sinful fools They call themselves believers The land in which I was born I am scorned I hear yet another tale of innocent lives lost And my heart despairs over their suffering I am told there is a reason I pray let it not to be true They finally caught the sinner I rejoice with a spark of hope The moment of truth is about to unfold I pray let it not be true I shouldn’t have had my hopes up The sinner speaks I say, “Don’t you dare say it. You’re not one of us” All eyes on me They know what I am I can’t hide it But I wish they knew my faith is innocent Our image is burned yet again By sinners who think they do justice But all they do is disgrace They throw us deeper into hell I fear to walk the land where I was born Knowing I will be hated for a crime I never committed Their views educated by what they see from sinners To them I am a walking bomb I remind myself They are not me and I am not them They may fuel lies about my faith But at least I know I am peaceful