The truth of It
You're awsome and you know it to
even when you're feeling blue
piss me off, but still you're great,
at not sticking to that trait
laughter is all you need
to that energy you always feed
everything just seems to come so simple
life, love, and that little dimple
flute, piano, and piccilo too
you never seem to miss a cue
sing'in loud and playing proud
You'll never be afraid to reach for the clouds.