Am I the only one who sees the truth in people?
Am I the only one who knows ok is not
or a fake soul is easy to spot
Am I the only one who can accept reality?
Am I the only one who knows what is a true friend
and not just an ignorant who goes with the trend
Am I the only one who knows what is right or wrong?
Am I the only one who values my morals
and listen to the peaceful chorals  
Am I the only one who is truthful?
Am I the only one who is an open book
But yet I am still misunderstood
We keep on asking ourselves if I am the only one
When in reality we are non

Alone in a dark room
I stare up at my fairy lights
Daydreaming about you
In those countless nights
I wonder if you think about me too
As my heart ignites
At the thought of loving you

A part of me wants to hold you
A part of me wants to kiss you
A part of me wants to love you
A part of me wants this bliss
But a part of of me wants to get over this

Once upon a time in a century
The idea of passion and love was history
It never occurred to a young mind
That there is a lover that hides
And although many signs were written
The heart was not smitten
Yet as the time went by
And the moon glowed in the sky
The mind started to wake up
And the heart started to open up
As the eyes looked in the stars above
The heart started to whisper “ could it be love?”

A bird I called fruity
Spread her wings across the sun
Going up to the heavens above
As she enjoys the trees beauty
And sings to the melodies as they run
Your free spirit is something I am proud of

You say "Its like I dont know you anymore"
but you never knew me in the first place
I never open up the door
to let you see my other face

The depression is eating me alive
As Enormous pressure digs deep
I wonder if my soul can revive
For my soul is in desperate need
Wanting to be in a peaceful meadow
While the rays of sun strike my skin gently
Not drowning in a sea so deep below
Nor being judged intently
I want to walk with my head high
Destroying every low spirit talk
I don’t want to live in the fear to die
Or worst in the fear of mock
I don’t desire perfection or the finest thing
Nor I want people with poinsous fangs
I just want my life to be in sync
By the ancient concept of yin and yang