I am caring and happy.
I wonder about the things around me,I hear the words,
I see the birds,
I want to fly about them.
I am caring and happy.
I pretend my world is docile,
I feel the world is hostile.
I touch, it's sick,
I worry a bit.
I cry, for common sense has drifted, yet,
I am caring and happy.
I understand the world's not perfect.
I say normality is a defect.
I dream of zest,
I try my best,
I hope for future tranquility.
I am caring and happy.
