Whether you are just a newborn or an elderly or someone in between, you are living. And I have hopes for you. I have dreams for you. Because you are you.
Look at my mask, the one I have worn so much it's wearing down. Don't look too close, though; don't look through the cracks because then you'll see my tears.
Sometimes words don't get my messages across clearly. The way I speak sometimes confuses my listeners. I want what I say to make sense, so I sometimes have to try again. Did that make sense?
Sometimes a day can seem horribly wrong. But, really, all you need is one good thing to turn it around - something to hope for, something to be thankful for. What will you find happiness in?