I am just a girl, I’m no one special
I’m nothing perfect, or refined,
But make mistakes and change my mind.
I’m not perfect, I am just me.
I’m only this girl who wants to be kind
And sometimes you might mistake me, I find.
I want to be gentle, I want to be true.
I never want to be that girl — the two-faced kind.
And always want to be rose-colored-glasses blind.
I am no one special, I’m just a girl.
I know all through my life time cannot rewind
But the past will not hold the future confined.
I may be just a girl. I may be nothing special,
I have made mistakes and been naively inclined
But thankfully, I’m not the be-all and end-all of mankind.
I’m this girl, who despite my faults, mistakes, and sins
Is loved desperately by the God who gives himself refined
And as I repent, my faith-filled soul is cradled by ties that bind.