Why does the Sun shine?
Why do the stars glow?
Moon that listens,
She is always here.

Why do my eyes cry?
Is it because I fail but try?

Poetry my love,
Endless love that will always grow.

No matter how hard I try,
I still am not someone, even though I cry.
Tears mean nothing,
Discipline is power that holds everything

I try to be everything,
while I fear that I'll be nothing.

So what? Should I quit writing?
Or is it not my time yet?
Whatever I'll do anything to be something,
Even if it's not everything.
Even if I fail, I'll stand strong,
tall like the trees during a storm.