Me

The third day,
The first month,
Little baby sing the crying song,
The happy crying sound,
Whistling through ears of a woman,
Who receive a gift from God.

The steps start from four,
Slowly it change two,
Difference it is all that you can see,
From only know how to cry to ask,
And now she become someone,
Who full of hope and destiny.

Attempt to reach the highest,
Effort to be seen,
As someone that can be proud,
Shining as a star,
A star that,
All will be glance of.

She is not the brave,
But she is not afraid,
To do what she thinks is right,
This is the story,
Of her,
Who hold the name, ME!