Let me fall. Let me climb. There's a moment where fear and dream must collide.
Every day I lugged my backpack through the halls, waiting for the final bell. Then I'd race home and hole up in my room, playing the drums and the piano, composing music.
I believe That angels breathe And that love will live on and never leave
Don't try to be like me. Try to be like yourself. Try to be very good at being yourself.
Don't give up. It's just the weight of the world.
Even with our differences There is a place we're all connected Each of us can find each other's light, There's so much to be thankful for.