This is my identity
one of my quality
never question its presence
it would never make sense
Being me,
Being me,
Dont you try to change me,
or else i would flee.
Voices i raise
when you are wrong
though you love your praise
but thats the way ive been along
I stand up for me
as the time has come
who cares whose next to me
all have grown numb
You'll never realize what i am,
Coz this is my identity
I listen to the inner me
one of my quality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem