Never had room by the time that I got there. Always picked last, no one really ever cared. The seats on the bus were taken every single day. I decided to give up, because I wouldn't make it anyway. Then someone came along, and had the heart to speak to me. I remember the very day, and I was sitting under a maple tree. He shared something called the gospel and told me someone died for me. Now this I couldn't believe, because no one even looked my way. But he kept on talking and I began to accept what he had to say. It's all so clear now, I can truly see. No longer lonely, how can this be? So the taken seat on the bus and being picked last. Doesn't matter anymore, It's all just pieces of my past. Because I know In my heart, through every single beat. That Jesus died on a cross and saved a place for me.