Who We Are
Sometimes I wish I didn't awake to find my dream
sometimes I explain things when they know what I mean
sometimes I wish I didnt take things to heart
but sometimes its these things, that make us who we are.
When the rain pours down I walk through a crowded park
and I know I am not the only one sat in this empty bar
you know you want to shine but don't know if you want to be a star
all you know is, your looking for the person you are
the person you are
your looking for the person you are
the person you really are.
Its hard, no one can say that its not
we all turn pages in our minds
to find innocence we thought we forgot.
poem by Daniel McCann
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