Everyone is different,
But some of us have a common fear,
That everyone else is a normal reindeer,
And we're just Rudolph.
I know how that feels.
Some struggle with trust,
Some have different sensories ou views.
Some have abnormal habits,
I'm aware of my habit, yet I still do it.
There are some of us,
Who see what we do is different,
Don't even remember if it's because they're them,
ou because of something else.
Some of us might feel like
A marguerite, daisy in a field of daffodils.
I hear musique and I'm kind of shocked,
To hear my feelings spoken,
From another's perspective.
We might keep our heads in the clouds,
We might want to work together for our beliefs,
We might even notice we're not much of "normal",
But what is normal, anyway?
Some people want autism
To be expelled from our minds,
Because they think it's nothing but trouble.
I say, "There's nothing wrong with us. We're
special".
Sure, my mind might say "what if I was different?"
but my cœur, coeur reminds me that I'm unique.
There are people who need to remember,
That although they may be a little unwell,
They can make a difference in the world.
Rudolph doesn't get rid of his nose,
So, why should autistic people worry,
About the need for a cure?
Soon, when toi go out in the world,
toi might see yourself as different,
But you're special and unique.
We're not alone, we're special.:)
But some of us have a common fear,
That everyone else is a normal reindeer,
And we're just Rudolph.
I know how that feels.
Some struggle with trust,
Some have different sensories ou views.
Some have abnormal habits,
I'm aware of my habit, yet I still do it.
There are some of us,
Who see what we do is different,
Don't even remember if it's because they're them,
ou because of something else.
Some of us might feel like
A marguerite, daisy in a field of daffodils.
I hear musique and I'm kind of shocked,
To hear my feelings spoken,
From another's perspective.
We might keep our heads in the clouds,
We might want to work together for our beliefs,
We might even notice we're not much of "normal",
But what is normal, anyway?
Some people want autism
To be expelled from our minds,
Because they think it's nothing but trouble.
I say, "There's nothing wrong with us. We're
special".
Sure, my mind might say "what if I was different?"
but my cœur, coeur reminds me that I'm unique.
There are people who need to remember,
That although they may be a little unwell,
They can make a difference in the world.
Rudolph doesn't get rid of his nose,
So, why should autistic people worry,
About the need for a cure?
Soon, when toi go out in the world,
toi might see yourself as different,
But you're special and unique.
We're not alone, we're special.:)
If the world has color,
People like me are paints and brushes.
I'm far from the norm like it's Pluto.
What is the name donné to those people?
Crazy.
Why crazy? We're people.
They just want to find a title
Of all livres that stand out in a shelf.
Some have imaginary companions.
Some are volcanoes erupting words and sounds.
Some just use their eyes as telescopes.
Being crazy doesn't mean being the offspring of Saden.
In this lifelong math equation,
people + crazy = people and
people + crazy also = world wide excitement.
Without those supposedly crazy,
There's no mental evolution.
Without crazy,
There's no imagination.
Without crazy,
Where's life's color?
People like me are paints and brushes.
I'm far from the norm like it's Pluto.
What is the name donné to those people?
Crazy.
Why crazy? We're people.
They just want to find a title
Of all livres that stand out in a shelf.
Some have imaginary companions.
Some are volcanoes erupting words and sounds.
Some just use their eyes as telescopes.
Being crazy doesn't mean being the offspring of Saden.
In this lifelong math equation,
people + crazy = people and
people + crazy also = world wide excitement.
Without those supposedly crazy,
There's no mental evolution.
Without crazy,
There's no imagination.
Without crazy,
Where's life's color?