The meaning of all that has come before, Is merely the prelude to the story of my life. If all we become is the thing nobody ever foresaw, Then wouldn’t that be such a joyful surprise?
When nobody expects, We can easily become more than they thought. We become more then they know we are capable of, When we teach ourselves how to impress them all. Nobody expects it, so nobody can be prepared, So the truth is their only answer to your words of despair.
Why can you not aid me in my darkest of times? When all I need is a sunbeam to shine on my life. Why can you not hear me call aloud to the butterflies of love? They are gone now; they flew away from me. All beauty has disappeared; The birds are silent and the bees no longer buzz.
Stuck in my ways with no chance of taking my chance to dance, Because I cannot dance, so I can never hold a hand. Seen through eyes of contempt, because I refuse to attempt, To smile and move towards you, through fear of neglect.
Ignored for being silent; Resented for trying to speak. Nobody expects anything, So I will never disappoint you when you expect nothing of me.