What makes my home beautiful? Is it the trees or the flowers? Perhaps the riches and wealth The innovations that revolutionize Or the muscles it can flex What about the ideas it has? The intelligence or creativity? The works of art, the masterpieces

If you look closer, you'll see It's none of those things It's the people

Some people have a monster in their head It lurks in the shadows Creeping around in their nightmares Telling them “you don't matter”

Somewhere out there there's someone else like me someone who knows the fear around me

I build a sand castle with dried sand even though it's hard and it crumbles at a touch

In the forest rests a great gingerbread house With glistening creams and candies sweet, succulent, delicious

No matter how bad it gets No matter how dark the night Know one thing it will not stay this way

No matter how bad the darkness there is always light even though it may hide just out of sight

It's been a long day full of laughter and of smiles Such one we haven't seen in a good many whiles

In a small town built around a canal you'll find what looks to be an ordinary bridge

When life looks impossible And the path is an unending track I want you to know I've got your back