Everywhere I go the whispering is my shadow,

He is my unofficial friend Mr. Camo,

We have known each other for awhile,

but not before pain worry and hatred became my revivals,

As I walk from place to place it's not sadness that shines in my eyes,

but rather freedom and happiness that leaves people suprised, 

I hold my head high so I can see them coming,

and all I do is greet them by saying good morning,

I just smile and wave and let them think as they like,

for there minds are already made on rather or not they'll strike.

Why tell them who I really am when they won't believe me,

the secret to this situation is to be quite and care free

So I'll just go on with my day,

and when i pass you by, I will be nothing but a big ray of sunshine.