To be Ourselves is to Be Happy

We try to please other people,

But it doesn't work.

Our eyes are blinded,

Our hearts start to hurt.

We want acceptance and popularity,

While figuring out in life what is our true identity.

We dress like sisters and brothers,

Thinking about the thoughts of others.

We restrain ourselves from doing things,

That would, in the end, glorify the King.

By being ourselves and joyous,

We wouldn't be restrained from our heart's chorus.

Like each bird a different song.

With scales over our eyes we remain blind,

But He peeled those scales away,

And now we can be ourselves today.

The End

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