I give you a brush,
and tell you to paint,
you're no professional,
oh Bless you you saint.

I give you a stick,
and I tell you to fight,
you tell me it hurts,
and I say, "You're right!"

I give you love,
and you don't know what to do,
I hand you my heart,
and all you say is...ew!

Well,
you are who you are,
and I am who I am,
thank God for the that,
and for Uncle Sam.

I won't tell you who you should be,
nor will I guess, on who you could be,
because you are who you are,
and you let me be me!

You are,
a B-E-A-YOUTIFUL person,
inside (and out)
this I say completely,
with nary a doubt!

You maybe scarred,
scared, and blotted,
but there's no soul here,
that hasn't been spotted.

You are unique,
in every sense imaginable,
you've got a way
to turn every head at every table!

You are who you are,
yes sir, there's no denying,
weather you obey the law
or you enjoy defying!

Either way,
you are who you are,
and "What you are is beautiful!"

You Are!