Thomas Sanders - Recipe for me

There are shouters an^Abd murmurers Loan sharks ^Dband burglars ^FmWho's good or bad, who's ^Ebto say? ^Db Some are lost, som^Abe are searchers Some are givers, so^Dbme are earners ^FmBut why did they all end u^Ebp that way? ^Gb

Is it natu^Fmre at play or is it nurture? ^Eb Is the teacher^Db to blame or is the learner? ^Ab I'm all at sea, I^Fm'm no authority on any^Ebthing but me ^{Gb Db}

I co^Abuldn't tell you why^Db I am who I've bec^Abome ^Db But^Ab I can tell you the parts that make ^Dbme up And you can calculate t^Fmhe sum ^Eb I'll impar^Abt to you what I believe^Db to be the recipe ^Gbfor me ^{Db Ab}

^AbWater ^AbFirst things first

^DbSixty liters is roughly what you need It accounts for sixty-five ^Fmpercent of my being ^{Eb Ab}And cells My body's composed of trillions and trillio^Gbns of cells Performing an assortment of miss^Dbions And it's important to mention that they house my DNA ^{Fm Eb} Which makes me myself ^Ab

^AbThere's an ebb and a flow ^AbI grow then I see changes There are rewrites^Gb, losses, gains and rearrangements It's a^Dbll much more uncertain than I thought it would be Who knew there'd be so many way^Fms to be me ^Ab

^AbStories, audience or presenter Add scores of stories over a time ^Gb A slew of silly videos I ^Dbshared online And journals full of narratives I ^Fmwrote at age nine ^Eb

And stil^Abl I continue to write because I have more dreams to fu^Gblfill Tales I hoped to tell when I^Db was younger Ideas that I haven't ^Fmmade yet but I will ^Eb I'll find my way with my will ^Ab

There's an^Ab ebb and a flow ^AbI grow then I make changes There are rewrites^Gb, losses, gains and rearrangements I'm so^Db much more uncertain than I thought I would be Who knew there'd be so many ways^Fm to be me ^Eb

^AbEggs ^AbYou may laugh and that's great Your smil^Gbes are what make my day My self-worth's fragile like^Ab an egg When it breaks it's tough to put ^Bbmtogether again

And salt^{Ab Ab}A pinch of salt in my wounds When my friends ha^Gbve had enough of me It doesn't help that I'm ^Dblacking subtlety When I drop hints that^Cm I crave their company ^{Db C}

Alon^Fme it's hard to console myself When I feel s^Ebo alone I feel like I ^Dbdisappear ^DbIf I don't shout "I'm here!" If^Eb I don't make my presence known

And if people see me her^Dbe And find my face unclea^Ebr Can I help^Fm them to see me better? ^Bb I know I can't ^Dbforesee the weather ^Eb So will they accept m^Fme now or ever? ^{Bb Db}Who knows I hope so^Dbm

But I'm good enough ^Db Whatever I face I ca^Ebn rest assured that better ^Fmdays await ^Bb The path to happiness^Db isn't a race ^Eb I'll let my heart^Fm beat at its own pace ^Gb

^AbSunshine ^AbHappy and bright It ^Gbnurtures the earth with its light Its beaming smile hel^Dbps buds to flower I'll take a dash of that for wh^Fmen friends feel sour ^Eb

And rainbows ^Ab A light shines through And every hue is on^Gb display Save a pinch of that for a ra^Dbiny day And use it when the storm clouds go a^Fmway ^Eb

There's an ebb and a^Ab flow ^AbI grow so I make changes There are rewrites^Gb, losses, gains and rearrangements I'm so^Db much more uncertain than I thought I would be But I can see th^Fmere's no wrong way to be me ^Eb Now I see t^Dbhere's no wrong way to be me ^{Eb Ab}

And I kno^Gbw putting this recipe to pape^Fmr is unwise ^{Db Ab Gb}All of the ing^Fmredients are changing al^Dbl the time ^Ab I kn^Gbow putting this recipe to ^Fmpaper is unwi^Dbse ^{Ab Gb}All of the in^Fmgredients are changing a^Dbll the time ^{Ab Gb}Changing all the time, they^Fm're cha^Dbnging all the time ^{Ab Gb}Changing all the time, I'm changing ^Fmall the time ^Ab