Beautiful Change

[Verse 1]
You keep your neat little boxes in a row
I keep a pocket full of seeds I meant to sew
My sleeves are mismatched, my ideas run ahead
I make a crooked little map and call it home instead

[Chorus]
I’m proud of the odd, proud of the strange
Proud of the sparks that refuse to behave
If I don’t fit the frame, I’ll make my own shape
I’m not too much—I’m a beautiful change

[Verse 2]
I name the clouds, give the kettle a crown
Turn a wrong turn into the best part of town
You say, “Be normal”—I smile, “Maybe someday”
Then paint a new door where the wall used to stay

[Breakdown]
Some days I fold small, try to quiet my colors
Then I remember: there’s room for the others
I take one breath, let the strange back in
The part you called too much is where I begin

[Final Chorus]
I’m proud of the odd, proud of the strange
Proud of the sparks that refuse to behave
If I don’t fit the frame, I’ll make my own shape
I’m not too much—I’m a beautiful change
Proud of the odd, let the whole world see
The weird little wonder is the best of me