What makes me different , I asked myself before
So many different pathways, many different doors
Staring at the Moon and speaking with the wind
Learning from the World to understand whats within
I thought my Heart would speak when I tried to listen
Asking if its worth it to go and try to glisten
Like the stars I’d stare at in the moonless night
When the signs say go left, but my Heart says go right
But what makes me different I ask to the Moon
I guess success is not an option tasting failure too soon
The dreams I have while sleeping seem like nightmares
I have this dull naivness to think that life is fare
Ive learned that all I work for will soon be gone
All these winning battles fought, not really won
So I ask myself, what makes me different
From all the other kids who want to shine and glisten
To determine the worth of chasing my dreams
Reaching farther than the Moon and Saturn’s Rings
Because in the truth I want to be a star
I’d rather not live than settle for par
Although my dreams might seem quite obscene
I’d rather live out an adventure, than follow a routine
To be the Black Sheep in the great flock of Whites
Treading through the dark tunnel with the White lights in sight
I’ve learned that I can be what I want to be
So when they ask what makes me different, I’ll simply say “me”
