I seem to be a beacon for the lonely and the lost
The ones whose strength is wavering, the ones whose hearts forgot
That it is the steady rhythm, the war cry drumming beat
That moves us ever forward, despite our dragging feet
For we may be the misfits who move against the herd
We do not fit the boxes, we are strange, we are absurd
We can stand together and raise our voice as one
Apart we may feel lacking, but together we are strong
When the world lacks understanding, when its people are so immense
When every day's a war zone, attacking every sense
When we feel so very small, alone among the crowd
We'll seek out that steady rhythm, remind ourselves right now
That we may be the misfits who move against the herd
We do not fit the boxes, we are strange, we are absurd
We can stand together and raise our voice as one
Apart we may feel lacking, but together we are strong
When one of us stumbles, we all reach out, because we know that feeling
It does not fall to one, but all, and our friendship isn't fleeting
In a world that seems too big at times, too noisy and too much
We'll find our tribe, our safest space, with its empowering touch
Cause we may be the misfits who move against the herd
We do not fit the boxes, we are strange, we are absurd
We can stand together and raise our voice as one
Apart we may feel lacking, but together we are strong
So we may be those misfits who move against the herd
We do not fit the boxes, we are strange, we are absurd
We can stand together and raise our voice as one
Apart we may feel lacking, but together we are strong
We may be the misfits, but together we belong