I am book with 14 pages filled, yet still undefined.
I wonder can you really have the best education.
I hear the wind weeping in despair.
I see the billions of stars starving to shine out.
I want to acquire all the possibilities of life.
I am a book with 14 pages filled, yet still undefined.

I pretend that everything will be just fine.
I feel the thoughts of nature itself.
I touch the elements of formulas.
I worry about the generation of the 21st century.
I cry out to God to help all people, good and bad.
I am a book with 14 pages filled, yet still undefined.

I understand no man or woman can make life perfect.
I say love is one of the tools in our toolbox of life.
I dream that mankind realizes they can’t fix everything.
I try to live everyday like it’s my last day of existence.
I hope to live my life to the fullest.
I am a book with 14 pages filled, yet still undefined.