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.