I might have been labeled naive or rather weak
I might have been tagged a people pleaser or been too meek
I might have helped people without a second thought
Been scorned because I chose this path on purpose.

Moving in a trend that's unusual from the usual
Walking in thorns and bleeding underneath my feet
Teary eyes becoming my food both day and night
Fighting with the voices in my head that say I'm not right.

The things I want to do; I find myself rather reclined
I don't seem to be able to take that hunger I see
The frailty on those faces constantly hunt me
I'm ready to be that change I want to be.

It keeps tapping resources from within me
Taking root firmly and becoming a formidable force
Seeing people rightly without prejudice
Extending a hand to the most broken and vulnerable.

My shield of cynicism has been disarmed
My faith in humanity has been reaffirmed
I'm not just been soothed; I'm ignited
I'm encouraged and revitalized.

I choose to be that light on the hill
I choose to be uniquely different
I choose to be kind at will
This is because there's beauty in kindness.