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