All I need is who you are to me 

Thinking out loud before the mirror 

A worrysome image to make me fret or blush. 

All I need is you, tell me the tale of me 

A tale I shouldn't have forgotten.

The craftiness in my soul. 

All in need is an ode to me on the faith I used to have 

And my dutifullness in my treasure for faithfulness 

When my heart was still young and not tampered with. 

Now I fight for my light, life and image 

From the contamination of the wand of heartbreaks

That kicked me blow after blow.

I still hear their shatter behind the proof of my soul.

I know I can make it 

I still need the beat of courage and unflinching love on the Bata drum.