We are not meant for this world you and I.
We do not thrive on making money
And dreary nine till fives
We are made of passion, dreams, vision and fight.
Sun soaked mornings and endless nights.
We're made of photographs and art  
Words that touch our heart.
Melodies and beats
The people we meet on the streets.
The memories, the travelled miles
The conversations that made us smile.
Families, friends and passers by
The fleeting fragments that made us cry.
We are us.
Never pretending to be otherwise.