There are certain things we believe in,
Including the ones we haven't ever seen.
This bubble that we carry around,
Protect us from our dewy-eyed dreams.
Do we really need it.
Don't we always want the world to see and accept who we truly are.
Being afraid, we just cease to create and get lost in the stars.
Maybe we don't want the hate.
But then we will only be deviating ourselves from being great.
Maybe we'll let it go like just another phase.
Cause there is so much more to us,
Than just some ordinary days.
These secrets we hold within us,
Aren't we all proud for some of them.
It's true that sometimes we do fall,
But even the kids don't stop,
Once they start to crawl.
Bit by bit we will get close.
The seed will find it's way to become a rose.
