You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends. Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends. Then one by one your journeys change Some choose family, some careers And suddenly you find yourself out of touch From those youthful party years. Be very sure you had those bonds Even though in a tipsy haze You strengthened each others girl power In those wild tight mini skirt days. And even though you live in different worlds now Those memories are respected Our friendships made us what we are We will always be connected.
You don’t need to have rhythm to dance. You don’t need to be perfect to sing. If you feel the need to do it. Don’t worry about these things.
Dance like a ballerina light as the wind Spin and float like your shoulders are winged Sing like it’s opera, chant like a monk Twerk like you have the best junk in your trunk The platform is yours, don’t sit it out. The professional skills aren’t what it’s about. It’s the freedom the joy, the feel good pretending That you’re on stage at the O2 With thousands attending. We all need to sing and we all need to dance Do it right now whilst you still have the chance.
Just accept that you don’t have to belong. To any religion, to any group of friends, to any gender, any culture. You just have to be happy with yourself. At home in your own skin, at home with your own morals, certain in your own beliefs. Happy in your own company. Belong if you must, if it feels like comfort. But just know that you matter and you must make your own choices whilst respecting the decisions of others. Over everything be kind. Always.
Don’t listen to the gossip, the tittle tattle, the toxic words which tumble out unfiltered. Have the presence of mind to try and turn the firing squad into cheerleaders. See it as your challenge to either disagree or walk away. For those little darts of jealousy could very well ricochet right back and cast you in the starring role.