Sanoja: Eva Cassidy. Imagine. I Can Only Be Me.

Butterflies begin
From having been a larva
As a child is born
From being in a mother's womb

But how many times
Have you wished you were some other
Someone than who you are

Yet who's to say that if all were uncovered
You will like what you see
You can only be you
As I can only be me

Flowers can not bloom
Until it is their season
As we would not be here
Unless it was our destiny

But how many times
Have you wished to be in spaces
Times, places than what you were

Yet who's to say with unfamiliar faces
You could any more be
Loving you that you'd see
You can only be you as I can only be me

I can only be me