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Sometimes i sit down
and i think,
of what the meaning of life
is all about.
And some other things
like love and heartache,
and then i settle down
to write my life story.

But words failed me.

I sit there and stare
at the pen and paper,
wondering what it was
that i ever intended to write.
Yet minutes passed me by
before i realised,
that i no words to say
through no fault of my own.

Sighing, i gave up
and crashed back to reality.

As it so happens

As it so happens,
I'm no great hero.
I'm nothing like the fearless men
everyone idolizes.
But i am brave,
for i admit that i'm human.
And i am brave enough,
to admit all my failings.

As it so happens,
I'm far from being a looker.
I'm no sexy Don Juan
all women swoon over.
But i am passionate,
for i love all i meet.
And i do love enough
to give when it matters.

As it so happens,
I'm no great talent.
I can't sing like Pavarotti
and gain all sorts of accolades.
But i do try,
for i sing my song for all.
And i believe music
should touch every souls

As it so happens,
I'm nobody in life.
I am not recognized on the streets
wherever it is i go.
But that is okay,
for me is who i am.
And i wish someone would love me just the way i am.