It’s always hard to find a way
To find the words you want to say
Writing words and scribbling them away
And come back to face them some other day
However, when talking to someone face-to-face
It’s easy to get your words misplaced
Stumbling over the words in your head
Trying to find the best thing to be said
No one’s perfect; No one’s the same
Well then does that mean we’re all insane?
Of course not! It means we’re alive!
We’re free to be us and free to dive
Dive into the waters of disbelief
In hopes that when we come up for air, we can find relief