Oh, to be mad, what a wonderful thing
Oh, to hear, such sweet symphonies
Oh, to live, so joyful and free
Oh, to know, to understand, to see
Yet, to be mad, is held in poor light
Yet I carry on, in an individual's right
Yet, I am burdened, by society's sight
Yet what is it to be mad, but to have no fright?
Knowing my place, I still carry on
Knowing my role, I still sing my song
Knowing my face, I am told I am wrong
Knowing my soul, I move right along
For living my life, can I be blamed?
For treading my path, I shall not be shamed
For despite adversities, trials are the same
For no matter the conflict, I still bear my name