It is so strange to live among the people
To make them understand there isn,t any riddle
The words you spell are judged and thrown away
Why does my soul can not be like a sunny day?
Why don-t they see what do I have inside?
Why do I have to struggle and to impress in fight?
Why people say I should be fake, disguise?
To get the things you want you ought to play and lie?
That s why I long for clouds and waves
For bugs and dogs , for leaves and birds
They doubt me not …
Mistrust and shame are things that fills our hearts
To blame them I can not, cause a resembling heart I carry in my chest!