Sometimes I believe that I can do anythingYet other times I think I've got nothing good to bring But You look at my heart and You tell me That I've got all You seek, oh And it's easy to believe even though

I got a couple dents in my Fender Got a couple rips in my jeans Try to fit the pieces together But perfection is my enemy And on my own, I'm so clumsy But on Your shoulders I can see I'm free to be me and You're free to be You

~Francesca Battistelli