I wake up every morning and thank God for what i have,
i don't want anything more.
I learn to live with what i have,
i got a pencil and some paper and my whole world turn around it.
With ink i make a human being come alive,
i make the clouds turn into rainbow.
I can make the dark turn into light with a pencil,
i can make hate turn to love with a paper.
With enough space to write i can turn from shy to a wild person.
It doesn't matter about where i am,
in the bus,
in the middle of a fight great i got it and save it for later,
on the dance floor great new title comes " how i dance with NO legs"
it doesn't matter how crazy it sound cause i have done it all.
Crazy how i spend an entire day around a title,
i make it happen when you think there is no way to save the world
but i will prove you wrong.
I spend the whole night writing songs,
poem,
lyrics
...
then i woke up on it and feeling tired.
Doesn't matter how hard i try to work my way out of my misery
we all have something.
we all have someone we never thought inside of us.
look hard and tell me when you find out who you really are.