In this world we always have a choice
But we need to listen carefully to hear the right voice
So we can choose the right one among all of the choice
That will lead us not to mourn but to rejoice.

Painting and singing isn't for me,
As well as dancing like a swaying tree,
Not an actress, not a performer, that's what I see,
I asked myself, what I really want to be?

As I isolate myself from the crowd,
I found her spilling something hidden in a shroud,
I saw her holding a thing that allows her to make some loud,
In this, should I be proud?

Well, the thing that I'm holding is a pen.

Holding it for the first time is like going back to my nursery,
Back from the basic, learning A-B-C and 1-2-3,
I thought that it...