My name is Matthew Shepard
My country is the west
My story is the story
Of the worst that breaks the best

There’s a Rocky Mountain closet
That no one wants undone
I went and saw the world
But I came back where I'd begun

Cause it’s a question of sitting down
Getting closer to the ground
Smoothing out the rough spots
That bruise you where you’re soft

My name is Matthew Shepard
My country is the west
My story is the story
There’s many know the rest

I was following a smile
When it turned a darker road
That left Laramie behind us
And would not let me go

The air was cold as murder
The ground October-hard
The blows rained down like hammers
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On my prayers for passing cars

My name is Matthew Shepard
My country is the west
My story is the story
The worst that breaks the best

Cardboard signs around my graveside
Saying God hates my kind
Same voices I remember
Hearing on the night I died

Or there’s you who say you love the sinners
You just hate the little things they do
You should know the hands that bound and beat me
Grew up listening to you

My name is Matthew Shepard
My country is the west
My story is the story
Made Jesus bow his head
When I told it to the shepherd
When he took me to his breast



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