You may think, at times, that the world is fatal
That all just dies, and drifts, and slowly fades away
That these lives we slave for now
Mean nothing to the end
I am here to tell you, little girl inside
That though you grow outside-
You remain you
That while others will thrive
With masks to survive
You alone, shall be you
I have seen the way you mark people
They excite in your art
Art of unique originality
And art in love
Do not keep seeking, instead, be sought
You spend your whole life searching for what's naught
These walls you channel are set bound in stone
You must find those who will tear down your heart
Tear down your sorry heart
To find some love
Love, it may so happen
Love, it works, I tell you
Never stop saying, as you always be saying
“Nothing, nothing but love.”