A Mouse Like Me

When I was young, When I was small, I didn’t doubt, Love was about, Nothing at all. But as I grew, Where the river runs fast, I clung to the things, I rung from the rings, Of my childhood past. In my Father’s house, On my Father’s face, Was a mountain so high, I would fall off and die, If I stepped out of place. Oh, what is a man, But a very small boy, When the going is tough, And I cry, that’s enough, I still reach for a toy. I have to be me, I have to be strong, To build my own house, And still be a mouse, For right or for wrong. I have to true, To be all I can be, Whether Kraken or clam, Or the mouse that I am, I have to be me!