My future is what I make of it
My future is what I make of it
I am going to be all I can be.
I am holding love in my hands
The stars taste like white Ferrero Rochers.
You will see me shine as bright as the stars
Look up and be amazed
Sometimes I want to explode like a dying star
Now things are dark and gloomy, but very
little glimmers of light are starting
to break through the darkness.