You taught me how to  kiss
You taught me how to  love
You taught me how to  lie
You taught me low to  live
*you taught me how to  cry
you taught me how to  laugh
You taught me how to  touch your cheek
but when you left,
you forgot to teach me how to  **forget you.

Have you ever stopped to wonder at the trees, or look up at the clouds with awe, or just think about the world? Sometime, I bet you have, when you were a child.
As children, we marvel at everything in the world.
Everything's amazing.
You know, children are right. Everything is amazing.
Look around you. everyone here had a one in a million, million, million chance of existing, yet they do. One in a number too big to count to in a million lifetimes, and yet you all exist. Think of the world, now. Every part of it, the trees, the grass, every particle of water and  air, had a one in an amazingly high number chance of existing. Combine, the odds of this world existing the way it does is nearly impossible.
When you believe you aren't special, remember. Look around and remember you had a one in a million million million shot of existing. But you do.
Maybe, just once a day, stop. Look around you, and remember.
Remember everything here faced nearly impossible odds, and yet it's here
Maybe, next time you face impossible odds, you'll remember: you already have done the impossible
You exist.

Have you ever stopped to wonder at the trees, or look up at the clouds with awe, or just think about the world? Sometime, I bet you have, when you were a child.
As children, we marvel at everything in the world.
Everything's amazing.
You know, children are right. Everything is amazing.
Look around you. everyone here had a one in a million, million, million chance of existing, yet they do. One in a number too big to count to in a million lifetimes, and yet you all exist. Think of the world, now. Every part of it, the trees, the grass, every particle of water and  air, had a one in an amazingly high number chance of existing. Combine, the odds of this world existing the way it does is nearly impossible.

You may not always shine
As you go barefoot over stone.
You might be so long together
    Or you might be alone.
And you won't find that love comes easy
    but that love is always right.
  So even when dark clouds gather
      You will be the light.