Me

Me

His name’s Amir, he’d love to play guitar
like Isabelle, who never follows crowds
One day, he knows she’ll be a superstar
and he’ll be here still, head stuck in the clouds
And Isabelle, she can’t help being shy
but wishes she was popular like Jake
who makes the whole class laugh until they cry
The kind of music she will never make
But joker Jake, he hates to be class clown
He’s not as cheerful as he might appear
In seconds he’d give up his comic crown
to be the best at football like Amir

I wish that who I am is who I'll be
my dreams, my brain, my heart, my courage ...

Me

©2009 Mark Bird