I believe there’s little that I cannot do, but that little is not needed.
I feel there are a hundred reasons to be happy, and the ones otherwise don’t really matter.
I have my life and all things to be grateful for, and what I have not, is a blessing too.
I see my world is magnificent and bright, what lies in darkness, is beautiful too.
I let them make me believe otherwise, a mistake of believing I’m not good enough;
But the world is mine and I’m for the world, and for all the rest, I’m self Sufficient.