Sometimes I wonder how much should I show to the world
Not a master of story telling
But definitely a wordsmith in the making 
There's some kind of pain that cannot be describe with words
Maybe its the silence of the night that gets me a little emotional
Of all the beautiful things in this world 
Why do I feel like crying as I look up upon the sky ?
I wish I never have to say it
But what they didnt know 
Is that I have been fighting really hard to keep on going ( The chosen one )
Can all the simple things be the best of me?
When the world expect the universe
Will you stand by me?
What is love ? (What is love?)
Said they love me , love me (love me)
But are more disappointed when I can't live up to the perfect vision on their mind
Nobody sees
Nobody understand
When pain feels like love will there be happiness?
One shiny star is another shooting star
When the sky turn grey will there be a second chance ?