the bigger mistake would be to not make the mistake because then you’d go your whole life not really knowing if something is a a mistake or not.

Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.

don't worry; i'll catch you
...
no need for reminding
you're still all that matters to me...