WHO Be You?

YOU Be Who?

By Te ToPublished 7 years ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Alain Bonnardeaux on Unsplash

Who do you want to be?

you are who you want to be

dont be fake like those old wallabies

today Butterfly, tomorrow might be a Bee

B B B B b b b because

you are the sun, you are the Light

what ever you write, always sound right

don't shed tears, put pad to pen

look to the future, not back to then

B B B B b b b because

there is no one like you

Brake some rules

mix the green with blue

Be the Light, Shine So Bright

B B B B b b b because . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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