Sometimes I am just being me
But life won’t really let me be.
How is it that some folk don’t see
That individuality is the key?
If we were all just like you
With curly hair and eyes of blue,
And doing all the things you do
We’d never know who was who!
So can we please now agree
That you’ll be you, and I’ll be me,
In all we think and say and do,
So that we’ll know who is who?
CLOUDS ARE ALWAYS DIFFERENT!