Proud to be me

There are many trees in this forest
and yet all of them share the same old song.
Each one has their own special tree lovers,
but there's no fighting, and no one's alone.

Maybe the trees are wiser than the people.
Maybe because they`ve been here for too long.
So when someone tries to rain in their parade
they just sing again their same old song:

Proud to be me.
Oh, why can't you see
there's nothing wrong with trying to be who I'm meant to be?
Proud to be me.
Sorry if you disagree,
but nothing you could say will ever make me feel less proud to be me.

Maybe the trees are wiser than us, poeple.
Maybe we should listen to what they say.
Maybe we should start a revolution,
so, as the trees, we should sing today:

Proud to be me.
Oh, why can't you see
there's nothing wrong with trying to be who I'm meant to be?
Proud to be me.
Sorry if you disagree,
but nothing you could say will ever make me feel less proud to be me.