I come from where flowers bloom in winter
And die in Spring,
I come from where the sun glistens in the night
And the Moon lights up the day.
I come from where children work the fields
And where adults play.
I come from where no one accepts wrong,
And where perfect is considered erroneous.
Where right is left,
And left is the same,
So we’re always going the right way,
Though what is right is wrong.
I am different.
Being normal is boring,
If you are an individual blend out,
Show the colors of your heart
Show your strength to be different.
Don't be afraid to be different.