Life is good. 
It ain’t perfect and neither am I. 
But I am here. 
I more than just exist 
I am alive and I finally want to be 
And No longer giving company to misery 
as insignificant as it may seem 
once upon a time this was all just an outlandish dream. 
Incapable 
Impossible 
Just your statistical 
 
Foster kid. 
 
Do you want to tell them 
Or should I 
That there’s more to me than what meets the eye 
 
But Did you hear that? 
What they tried to tell me 
About what I am 
The kind of life I would lead 
And who they expected me to be? 
So much for land of the free 
 
Life is good. 
It ain’t perfect and neither are we 
But we are here 
And we more than just exist 
We were born to resist 
Life is good. 
Even though they said it couldn’t be. 
Not for you and me 
Maybe they didn’t know 
 
What We’ve just found out 
We are whatever we choose to be 
And together we 
mend what they’ve broken with their inequity 
We’ll destroy what they’ve built through conformity 
And Because of who we’ve decided to be 
We have begun to cultivate the way they’re running OUR society 
They had no idea what would happen when we came together 
So much more than just a community 
 
But Did you hear that? 
What they tried to tell us 
About who we were 
And what we were allowed to be 
How they’d predetermined our destiny 
 
Yah, we heard. 
So are you going to tell them 
Or should we? 
 
Never mind they’ll see 
 
Life is good. 
 
– to the priest who started foster care, who tried to tell us who and what we were going to be before we were even born. For generations one man and his words determined the lives of millions of foster youth, and who they would become and what kind of lives they would lead. 
 
But not us. Not anymore.