Never try to fit me, in a mold,
That tries to capture and jail my soul.
For I have been told that when they made me, The mold was broken never more to see.
So, this way I am,
Maybe or maybe not awesome? For this is me,
What you now see?
Trying my best
to not be least,
Giving with my heart,
Letting mercy be a part,
Never to be afraid,
Not to make the grade,
Or worry about what ifs,
Or some little mischief,
That doesn't hurt someone,
Or happens often,
Only wanting to help,
Someone take that next step.