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It will be you..


When you're down and depressed
Wanting to be somebody else
but you can't be


When life's got a different meaning
you try too hard
but can't see


It is time you opened your eyes
and tell yourself
'I am me'


To reach for the stars
you have to begin
by climbing a tree


It is inside you
to score your first victory
and start your spree


When you discover yourself things will change
god will answer 
your every plea


Then the world which will lie beneath
wanting to be you
but it won't be


Life would be clear as a crystal
others won't be able to tell
but it will be you who will be able to see....

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