Sometimes I see the gaiety around me and
I ask myself if I am...

Sometimes I wonder if
People understand me...

Amity, it is your faith
That inspires me to write...

Blunder of a father
Failure of a mother...

'Twas The Ugly Duckling
Fancying itself a swan...

Angelic choirs raise their voices
Holy holy holy...

When we make arrogant sounds
In anger we spoil something...

I think it is silly
When you envy someone...

Are you my friend
Then why did you rate me...

I do not promise that
It will be easy...

As little children
At the block rosary we sang...

As the dawn comes
I remember what mama used to say...