[Intro, Gentle acoustic guitar, distant bird I never grew up with a mirror I saw myself through other people’s eyes— Fragmented, borrowed, never whole. The wind whispered secrets to the trees, But I had no one to tell my own. [Verse 1] I never cared for beauty, **Haikuwa** in my consciousness, Didn’t chase the shimmer of things, Just lived for the day. Barefoot in the rain, I ran three kilometers— Not for lessons, but to outrun the sting of the cane. The mud clung to my feet like a second skin, Each step a rebellion against the weight of expectation. [Soft instrumental pause, subtle rain sounds] [Verse 2] No friends, just the wind **na** the trees, The sun etched its warmth into my skin, Mornings greeted by the birds— Faithful singers of a new beginning. Nights wrapped in cricket choirs, Frogs croaking like they too longed for warmth. Oh, mother nature… you kept me company. [Chorus, gentle humming, birds layered in] Moonlight on my homework, No ticking clock to guide my time, The stars, my silent witnesses— Time wasn’t measured in hours, but in moments. I found myself not in reflections, But in the silence between the stars. [Verse 3] **Na** as I grew, I watched the world, People chasing shadows in the sun, Filling their hands, emptying their souls, Running toward something, Or maybe running away. What a mess... Is it the thrill? Is it fate? Or just a habit To live like that? [Soft instrumental interlude, echoing guitar, distant crickets] [Bridge, whispered, rhythmic like a realization] The fool stands tall, certain **yeye** knows. The wise one kneels, knowing **yeye** doesn’t. The good move slow, hearts wide open. The ruthless take, hands already closed. **Na** karma— **Bahati ya mwenzio usiilalie mlango.** Don’t close the door on your neighbor’s luck. Is it justice waiting, Or just time taking its time? [Outro, fading crickets, slow strumming] Sikulelewa na kioo, Lakini nilijipata, hata hivyo. Si kwa vioo, Lakini kwa mwezi, Kwa mvua, Kwa songs of the birds **Na** the silence of the night.