I like to dance I like to sing, but what’s my hobby?
That’s the thing.
I like to draw I like to swim, but what’s my hobby?
That’s the thing.
I like to write, I like to rhyme, but what’s my hobby?
That’s the thing.
I like to learn, I like to play, but what’s my hobby?
That’s the thing.
I’m not sure!
I don’t know!
But I know it’s hiding somewhere
deep in my soul.
The world is slowly deteriorating
Orangutans scream for their parents
Birds fly to safety
Trees die
On the floor dead monkeys lie
In a place where once they felt safe
Where firefighters lose faith
Forests surrounded by fire
The Earth’s nature is walking on a thin wire
Think about the Earth’s beauty
Isn’t it great?
Now think about it disappearing like ghosts
Where’s the planet gone, that we love the most ?
I love my mummy,
and my daddy,
cupcakes and pizza,
my best friend is my sister,
and my kittens, black and white.
Lots of happy memories,
are flowing in mind,
of joyful summers and winters,
they help me get through the day.
when I think of the summer,
a memory comes to mind,
of my sister and I playing,
on the bright green, green grass.
Lots of happy memories,
are flowing in my mind,
of joyful summers and winters,
they help me get through the day.
When I think of winter,
my mummy and I
are celebrating our birthdays,
and cake goes around.
Lots of happy memories
are flowing in my mind,
of joyful summers and winters,
they help me get through the day
As the wind brushes though my hair
I feel a shot of coolness aiming at my face.
I inhale this freshness deeply into my lungs
and I exhale slowly all my troubles
imagining them escaping with the wind.
I get carried along with this powerful breeze
pushing me to my special place .
Everybody sees here and there, it’s a wonderful thing,
Not everybody can see in colour, they might not like to talk about it,
Seeing means you know where things are and you don’t bump into things,
Sometimes I wonder what others are seeing,
WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?,
What is your favourite sight that you have seen?
My vision is blurred
Because of my tears,
The tears caused by the pain
the world has made me go through
My vision is blurred
because of my proud heart
The heart that struggled to help me understand
What other people have gone through
My vision is blurred
Because of my knowledge
The knowledge that encourages me
To judge, and not see through
My vision is blurred
Because of my eyes
They built a filter which controls
Exactly what can be seen through
My vision is blurred
But what you cannot see
Is that beneath I am scared
Because I cannot see the real you.
As I enter America
The Statue of Liberty warmly welcomes me in
like my mother would to her own house.
It’s six-thirty and the sun is setting
leaving a beautiful pinky-purple background
to hundreds of tall buildings in the distance.
Entering this country is as exciting as It was
when I use to wake up Christmas morning as a child
but better.
There’s new people, new faces all around me,
all excited to see the city for real for the first time.
As I get closer to the Statue of Liberty,
the Mother of Exiles
I start to feel butterflies.
Is this the right choice?
Should I turn around and go back to my mother country?
It’s too late now she has already welcomed me in
I’m only some meters from the land
and my excitement has taken over fear.
The Statue of Liberty, the mighty 350 feet tall woman
holds a torch in her right hand
which is made of Copper, like the rest of her body
She was a gift from France
which represented the freedom
the Americans gained from the English.
Now I’m here on land,
I can still see her standing in the distance
waving the other ships in
The sun’s gone
The moon is out
and it’s time to explore New York
Friendship, friendship – how does it sound?
How does it say, how is it bound
First you go up to someone and look at them
It could be John, it could be Ben
Then you ask them something
Then the sun will start to sing
The trees will dance and play
And friendship’s here to stay
Now the meaning of friendship is alive
If you’re 1 2 3 4 or 5
Make your vision clear, your fears become irrelevant.
Manifest anything, it’s your own development.
Vision without execution, is hallucination.
We’re not limited by our abilities, it’s the vision that brings frustration.
Be brave enough to live the life of your dreams, instead of the expectations and opinions of your team.
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to the rest.
Have a vision, it doesn’t make you any less.
If you can see the invisible you can achieve the impossible.
Be discreet, don’t be predictable.
Your leadership is what creates an unlimited capacity
to create a vision that translates into reality…