for all my existence i have been perceived i am special
the special ones live in the dream of an illusion while the precious moment escapes from sight
if i would rewrite the past, i am normal
normal is good, normal can be excellent
this is the standard i hold myself to
that i am not above any man, that i am not arm in arm with any man
that all kindness i receive is a grace of compassion from a divine heart
that all pain and suffering i create is equilibrium with the soul
let me live again as human, feel the pain and savor the experience
let me live again as human, strike the iron with all grit and burden
let me ascend through my darkness, let me accept the light
with dim eyes do i welcome the bright shining, with welcoming arms do i enter the gates of being
cleanse the pedestal of my heart and mind and exalt only Christ
the mirror, the perfect emulation of mankind in reflection of his glory
let me breathe the air of the normal man, for i too am normal
let the idea of specialness vanish from my being, so i will be well
