When you look outsied the window what is it that you see
Could it be the Angels reflecting love back at me
Could it be that out there somewhere in the night
That there could be someone who loves me standing just out of sight
The one who hold the keys like the Angels to each and every door
Someone who knows my true desire and knows I wasn't just looking to score
When I look outside the window there is so much more to see
Suddenly I realise the strory isn't about me
It's about being and doing what truly means the most
Not about being the best or about how much we boast
It's about learning to be yourself and not worrying about what you have done
Today I began seeing lifeĀ for what it is and that it really could be fun