He walks a path that's not the same As others do, but who's to blame? The world can be a noisy place For him it's hard to find some space The sounds, the lights, the smells, the touch Can all be too much, too much, too much He finds order in routine It's how he copes, it's how he dreams But when the world goes off the rails And everything turns into wails He feels lost and so unjust In a world that's left him in the dust He's not alone, there are so many Who see the world in ways uncanny But when the world is so unjust Who's left to trust?