I’ve learned to like the little song I am
Complexity is simple in my song
The measure of each note contains a dram
Of metaphoric medicine that’s strong
My pharmacist deserted me, but still
I’ve learned to sing within my broken heart
I know some folks would quit; I never will!
I like to make hard work a work of art!
It’s who I am; it’s what I am. To be
The Bard proclaimed is half of what we ask
I think that it’s the better half of me
My little song is me; it’s not a mask
And now I know it’s simple, strong, and real
I’ll sing it out, and hope that you will feel.