You sing yourself to sleep each night,
A hushed, whispered lullaby
Of the battles you fight.
Dance around your demons,
Make them wish they weren’t yours.

Made of scars, we are who we are…
Wish all you want on that shooting star,
But you’ll never go anywhere,
Without moving your feet.
You think there’s something wrong with you,
But we all feel that incomplete…

We all know there’s something more,
Weather we inquire,
Or weather we ignore,
Makes all the difference here.

Come to peace with yourself,
Stop beating up and picking on
Your imperfect aspects,
Or else they’ll just keep coming back.
Give yourself some credit.

A pat on the back,
Never killed anyone.
There’s nothing wrong with feeling low,
But know, there’s always a way back up.

We are yin and yang,
Bonded to sin, and rebounded for our own gain.
You don’t need to be “fixed”
There was nothing wrong with you to begin with,
Simply a misunderstanding…