Who decides who you can or cannot be?
Who decides what you are allowed to dream or to feel?
The answer? Nobody but you.
So...
Let me be the child who dreamt of landing on moon,
Let me be the fairy from a story without magic,
Let me be the harmony of a sad smile,
Let me be the escape in and from the universe,
Let me be the colour of imagination in a black and white world,
Let me be the light of happiness in the darkness of the soul,
And let me be, if I want, the flowers in the sky and the stars in the grass.
Who are you?
