Born differently from others...
Shunned as an individual...
Expressing her self to the fullest...
But yet others run from her...
Her fur pattern scares away everyone...
She was the last born in her kind...

Again another lover has gone...
His fur pattern was washed...
He was just like everyone else...
Again the tears roll...
Burning down the sides of the already stained cheeks...
Everyone looks down on her as no more than a sybling...
She is too young for anyone...
And too different...
Ce la gare young chat....Ce la gare....