Is it okay, for me to exist?
Is it okay, for me to be?

I grew in a garden among roses
But I was not a rose
I grew in a garden of purpose
Will mine be ever known

Is it okay, for me exist?
Is it okay, for me to be?

Of all the start that shine
Mine falter at times
Of all those suns
Am I really warm enough?

Is it okay, for me to exist?
Is it okay, for me to be?

Angels tell me their stories
And I tell the rubble that is mine
There’s so much beauty even in their hardship
So much to learn and what to you learn from “this”?

Is it okay, for me to exist?
Is it okay, for me to be?

I want the roses
I want the stars
I want the angels

To tell me it is alright
It is alright
It is fine

That you are what you are supposed to be
That you are needed in the world as it is

So, it is okay for me, to exist
So, it is okay for me, to be