When you think, you do et out loud
Your shadow is so vague
That when light shines through you, no doubt
Your limpid aura reveals; you are everything but opaque

When you sing, your voice
Like whispers from a gallery
People echo silence like noise
While your flair remain boxed in a chandlery

Sometimes you get scared when you lose control
But their flaws dont reflect your soul
Their actions arent yours thats all
But you can be more than who you are
And thats what makes you individual