Regardless if you’re flying high
Or feel depression’s pull,
You can’t not walk beneath the sky
And live life to the full.
You might not be a superstar
Or cause the sea to part.
You’re nonetheless, though, what you are,
And that with all your heart.
As every leaf on every tree
Is perfect through and through,
So you’re the way you’re meant to be,
And that’s what makes you you.
Yet, in your hot and bothered core,
You dearly wish that you were more.
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