The Creek Loves Me Anyway

You may hate the way I style my hair,
Or hate the clothes I choose to wear.
You may hate that I changed my name,
And hate that I am not the same.

But I don't care, because

The creek loves me anyway,
The birds love me anyway,
The wind in the willows and the berries on the vine,
The leaves on the trees and the moon in the sky,
They all love me anyway!

You may hate the way my body's changed,
And think my choices are all strange.
You may hate to see me in the streets,
Or anywhere else we may meet.

But I don't care, because

The mesas love me anyway,
The coyotes love me anyway,
The roots in the soil and the pebbles on the ground,
The snakes in a coil and the gophers in the mounds,
They all love me anyway!

You hate the kids who are just like me,
Doing everything they can to be happy.
You hate that we don't meet your status quo,
And hate that we refuse to go.

But we don't care, because

The mountains love us anyway,
The bobcats love us anyway,
The moss on the stones and the deer in the fields,
The vultures picking bones and the flowers on the hill,
They all love us anyway!

I love us anyway!