Clearly we can fly,
Reach up to touch the sky,
Never have to worry,
About any kind of hurry. . .

Clearly we can sing,
Let our voices ring,
Not thinking of tomorrow,
Or a bit of sorrow. . .

Clearly we can dance,
Twirling in a trance,
Making our own fun,
And not having to run. . .

Clearly we can stand,
Against negative command,
Always on our own,
Or never going in alone. . .

Clearly we can live,
And always give,
Who it is we adore,
What they need and more. . .

Clearly we are ourselves. . .

All of us unique. . .

All of us the same. . .

All of us as we are meant to be. . .

For all of eternity. . .