Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching
Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days,
spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,
the grades I could earn, the future I could have, the person I could be.
Smile wide, quite surprised, by the things I can achieve.
Before them, my new friends, I would have never dreamed,
of the goals I have now, to heal animals, to save.
Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching towards something who needs me.
Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking passionately about who I am and what I want to do.
Who I am, is thanks to friends like you.