What I SeeWhat I see is what I give.
What I see is what I leave.
And no you won't see me thinking,
Because I only think shooting.
And you won't see my message,
Cause as a bird I have no cage.
What I see is all around,
Everywhere it can be found.
What I shoot is what I feel,
Always with a part of real.
And if I want share it with you,
It's just because I like that to.
What you see in what I give,
Makes me think of what you see.
I let you now this little breeze,
I let you with a "wait and see".