Under cherry blue skiesThere’s a boy Sitting silentIn the shade of an ironwood treeHe doesn’t know nowBut his heart will know soonHe’s so specially different like meIt kills to find out Your love is a crimeTo the ones who taught you to loveYou didn’t choose to be beaten and bruisedBy the stones that built your homethe stones that built your homeThere’s a girl in the mirrorTaunted by the reflectionOf someone she’ll never beIn a silken pink dress That falls to her ankles like chains.She longs to be freeHer brother’s tuxedoThat hangs in the closetWould fit her much better, she knowsShe didn’t choose to be beaten or bruisedBy the stones that built her homethe stones that built her homeLa la la la….Every once in a whileWhen the cries get too loudAnd hurt is all we seeCall out the wrongsAt the top of our lungsWe have the right to beWe’re damned and abusedOften stripped of our truthAren’t we all deserving of love?We didn’t choose to be beaten and bruisedBy the stones that built our homeBy the stones that built our home