People try and tell you who you are

Tell you that you are nothing but a flaw

That they were born under a lucky star

Don’t listen, don’t listen my child


Reach for the world in your dreams

Water can boil and ice will thaw

Not everything is as it seems

So don’t listen, don’t listen my child


You are more than what they say

So me yourself, be brave

Don’t run, don’t ever change

So be free, be free my child


You’ve got the world in your hands

Its up to you to make a stand

Don’t give in to their demands

So be free, be free my child



The Icognito Writer

I am not who I say I am but who my writing says I am; my characters define me. Like puppets in a play, they tell you who pulls the strings. I'm not who I say I am; I'm who you think I am.

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