born as I was to ignorant people 
too traumatized to take me home
came in a car and left on an embankment 
covered with pine straw
but instinct saved me
something innate 
made my wet lungs scream with hate
scream with hate
found as I was fixing a flat tire
he'd run 'em bald
the schemer looked down upon the screamer 
like buried treasure
he nursed me and cherished me
and trained me to be 
what is here in front of you
a ticket to see, a ticket to see
fate has been so good to me
you may not understand 
how I can be thankful to be where I am
to be where I am