Is it okay?

Is it okay, for me to exist?

Is it okay, for me to be?

 

I grew in a garden among roses

But I was not a rose

I grew in a garden of purpose

Will mine be ever known

 

Is it okay, for me exist?

Is it okay, for me to be?

 

Of all the start that shine

Mine falter at times

Of all those suns

Am I really warm enough?

 

Is it okay, for me to exist?

Is it okay, for me to be?

 

Angels tell me their stories

And I tell the rubble that is mine

There’s so much beauty even in their hardship

So much to learn and what to you learn from “this”?

 

Is it okay, for me to exist?

Is it okay, for me to be?

 

I want the roses

I want the stars

I want the angels

 

To tell me it is alright

It is alright

It is fine

 

That you are what you are supposed to be

That you are needed in the world as it is

 

So, it is okay for me, to exist

So, it is okay for me, to be