Live the music.
3 years old. One dream. Will it ever come true? I love
music. My voice is my gift. And lyrics aren't just lyrics,
they're stories to be sang. One night I went to sleep, and
dreamed myself a life. I woke up, now I live in reality.
I'm determened to be found. I'll sing untill I run out of
breath. I'll write untill my hands fall off. I'll scream
untill the world ends. And I'll cry, untill I die. Sing
sing sing sing sing sing. Write write write write write. I
must be discovered. Music is my life. The air is giving me
chills. I won't get up to get a jacket, though.