Why must it be so hard

For us to come to understand,

That there are things we cannot change

Hidden amongst the things we can?

For we can rearrange our hearts,

Dust out the corners of our minds,

We can teach our eyes to see

Only the things we wish to find.

Yet once we decorate our walls

And sweep our sorrows off the floor,

Why do we look to someone else

To show us how we can be more?

For here is where the line

Between our can and can't gets tough,

The point at which we all must learn

That we're already enough,

That since we cannot choose the home

Our only soul was born into,

We should rearrange its rooms

But learn to love its window's view.