Hippy child, just another mistake,
But I walk the path of peace anyway.
I may not open my heart, but I open my mind.
Still no one sees when those tears finally shine,
It eats me up, it wears me down,
But I can’t help but see reasons for peace all around.

I see a reason of peace in every flower,
I see love in men’s eyes as they stare to their lover.
And can’t help but feel happy when I stare to a sunset,
Even though previously I might have been upset.
And I see beauty in tears, beauty in scars,
I see peace, love, and harmony all around.

I may not have had a cheerful life,
But in my heart I can no longer hold spite.
It’s just too hard and it eats up my energy,
I’d rather just sit and be happy that I am free.
I may have been a mistake but I can judge,
It was the will of the Earth after all.

This might sound weird, it might sound upsetting,
That I would find pride in it and not want to be forgetting,
That my life started in such a backwards way,
But I don’t see harboring hatred for it anyway.
So I’m a hippy child, a happy being for flower power,
A person who does not judge life by hours.

Maybe my philosophy is out of season,
Maybe you can’t see that life is my reason
To love those who spit on me and try to tear me down,
But they can’t spit enough for me to drown.
I cling on to this forsaken identity,
This humble beginning that would make so many others bleed.
At first I wondered, why would they be so cruel as to tell me,
But I see now that this is just another part of me.
So I rise up my head and I smile for the sunset,
Nothing can tear me off this hippy mindset.

 
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