They ride the short bus
They're the ones you call slow.
Inside them is a world
Most of us will never know.
Made fun of, or ignored
trying to fit in, or not,
square peg, round hole
giving it everything they've got.
Who knows why these children
were given an extra cross to bear,
some things are not explainable,
some things are just unfair.
All children are special
all children need love
some children need a little extra
care from the one above.
Listen to God's whispers,
they're blessings sent your way,
while you ride that little bus
and throughout the day.
They're the ones you call slow.
Inside them is a world
Most of us will never know.
Made fun of, or ignored
trying to fit in, or not,
square peg, round hole
giving it everything they've got.
Who knows why these children
were given an extra cross to bear,
some things are not explainable,
some things are just unfair.
All children are special
all children need love
some children need a little extra
care from the one above.
Listen to God's whispers,
they're blessings sent your way,
while you ride that little bus
and throughout the day.