Sometimes its nice not to be special, sometimes...
Hear my voice
Envision my eyes...
Books
It is not a surprise...
Be an early bird
At the crack of dawn...
I wake and everything is a blur to me,
and even if I squint my eyes I still cannot see...
As little toddlers
tripping and falling...
As she combs her hair,
Tears mask her face...
Emergency call sounds at three
suddenly a child can not breath...
Everyone thinks my life is perfect,
but really its not...
Everyones fake,
wearing mask...
Were gonna go have fun,
and let it all come out...
Oh! Ten ton,
the bags of life...