Under the dreaming tree,
I sit and look back at me.
destitute and lonely.
fearing Intimacy.
I sit and look back at me.
destitute and lonely.
fearing Intimacy.
Now I see myself smile.
Strong, and no-more fragile.
Getting over my insecurities,
giving life new priorities.
Elated and bold here I stand,
Isolated in this crowded land.
But in myself I could see,
An everlasting bright destiny.
