Hold me

Sometimes I wish that I'd been born different.

Not 'normal' nor famous, just different from "me:"

I wish English made sense to me, like two plus two,

But it just doesn't translate for me.

Because of a reason that's hard to explain...

A reason that sounds like an excuse, even to me,

My shortcomings grieve my heart more than any could know.

So please grant me three wishes as part of the show.

With my three wishes, I'd number them off:

The first for a fairytale love, and a happily ever after;

The second - more serious - "to simply understand,"

Then finally the third for abundant life:

A life with a balance of pleasure and pain,

Where one sees the rainbow after the rain.

Knowing no matter how big the storm,

God holds us close and rejoices in the morn.