Made to Be

I bet the cricket in my backyard

Doesn’t care how he sound when he sings

And I bet the oak tree that shaded my house

Doesn’t mind that she has to wait for spring

I bet the birds that live

Right outside my door they don’t go around

Staring, comparing, trying to be wearing

All the colors of the cooler birds in town

They’re made to be

Made to be

Made to be exactly who they’re made to be

They’re made to be

Made to be

And I watch and wait and hear them sing