Interesting, isn't it
That we sometimes long
To be someone else
Whether its right or wrong
That is the case.
Whether it is a scarecrow
strapped to a wooden frame
A dancer in a pretty pink dress
The dream seems to be the same
In a manner of speaking, I guess.
A champion swimmer,
A footballer scoring the goal
A hero saving an important soul.
A doctor, a driver, a diver
Photographer, artist,
A special person, a survivor.
We all think the same. but at the end of the day
We are ourselves, you are you, we all play
we all work, sleep, no matter what colour
skin we are sitting in, we are the same.
So join hands because if I were a me
I would want to be me all over again.