You know...
Since I was a little kid,
I had dreams of being an Artiste,
The dreams of this world that I taste,
Yet the broken reality that hides faith
I wanted to play instruments, Guitar, Piano, Violin!
I was an actor, like a musical I would act and sing!
And a cheerful clown, I could smile from the frown.
As a bird, I could dance, I could Fly.
But this world....... it's just so screwed,
So dark with hate and dispute.
The factors will rise, to pull me back,
The Devil will only try to make trapped.
Reality? why do I have to follow,
The only follow I will is my dreams.
Dreams of a far-off place, with great warm welcomes, when they see my face.
The haters will hate, the others will too.
Differences is what they afraid, But so be-it,
I will be there someday.
The only step it tomorrow,
where today, I must leap ahead.
Medieval times are over, Talents now a waste.
But Still I can conquer, my arts is my way.
I will go the distance, to make crowd stare amazed.
When Destiny calls, I have my heart.
I will love for my passion, No matter who you are.
For, an Artiste is what I am.
In this world,
In my hands