My name is Matthew Shepard

My country is the west

My story is the story

Of the worst that breaks the best



There's a Rocky Mountain closet

That no one wants undone

I went and saw the world

But I came back where I'd begun



Cause it's a question of sitting down

Getting closer to the ground

Smoothing out the rough spots

That bruise you where you're soft



My name is Matthew Shepard

My country is the west

My story is the story

There's many know the rest



I was following a smile

When it turned a darker road

That left Laramie behind us

And would not let me go



The air was cold as murder

The ground October-hard

The blows rained down like hammers

On my prayers for passing cars



My name is Matthew Shepard

My country is the west

My story is the story

The worst that breaks the best



Cardboard signs around my graveside

Saying God hates my kind

Same voices I remember

Hearing on the night I died



Or there's you who say you love the sinners

You just hate the little things they do

You should know the hands that bound and beat me

Grew up listening to you



My name is Matthew Shepard

My country is the west

My story is the story

Made Jesus bow his head

When I told it to the shepherd

When he took me to his breast



						     



						     Thanks to cead1