I know this unfair world makes you cry,

But darling, there's more that meets the eye.

You only see the grief and the despair,

So where should you look, where?

Away from a family who fails to understand

The impossible things they demand.

Away from waterfalls of sad ends,

And into the arms of your good friends.

We are imperfect, with tantrums of our own,

But when you break down, get the phone,

Tell us your problems, make that call,

We'll make sure you never fall.

Find your shelter in our devoted hearts,

Don't think we are immature cards.

We care for your fruitful and forgiving soul,

We value your talent, your grace, your goal.

Prove them you're valuable, prove them wrong,

Make them see a girl so strong,

Who will change this rotten world

Into silver and pure gold.