You don’t have to be perfect to belong in this place.
You don’t have to have all the answers,
or always know the right thing to say.
You can climb the highest mountain, if you want.
Or quietly imagine that you might, someday.
You can take chances, or take safety nets,
make miracles or make mistakes.
You don’t have to be composed at all hours to be strong here.
You don’t have to be bold or certain to be brave.
You don’t have to have all the answers here,
or even know who you want to be.
Just take my hand,
and rest your heart,
and stay awhile with me.