July was a girl
Lost in her own dreams
She would fly, she would fall
She would cry til she screams
On pen and paper
She started writing
With a strum from her guitar
She would start singing
Looking at the sky
Contemplating for a symphony
Introvertive thoughts
Were her own remedy
She never grow up
Living a life she wanted
But she grew up
From a dream she started
Now she's standing
Underneath the spotlight
July finally found
Her hidden starlight
