We all start out as little ones,
little girls and little sons,
As we grow we see the world,
Into normality others swirled.
Stories lived yet go untold,
It leaves a feeling somewhat cold.
But then comes a special soul,
One that yet is beautiful.
You dance, you sing, you cry aloud,
Your heart is happy, your heart abound,
The life returns into your bones,
No longer are they heavy stones.
Thank you for being who you are,
One of light without a scar,
The wind is free and so are you,
Never let this stop being true.