In a garden of grass,
As I walk past,
I realize there is no flowers,
But I'm someone with no power,
I chose to be different,
Not follow the crowd.
No matter where my road takes me,
I'm always ready to turn around.
I'm loud and fun,
I could be shy and quiet,
I like the sun,
But I could love the moon too.
If there's stars,I'll be the moon,
Clouds then I'll be the sun,
Trees with flowers,
I'm a free bird.
Fate isn't written in stone.
I'll choose my word,
Select my fate, and here I go.
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