Who are they?
It's the old question
That all humans are asking
In every age.
 
While looking in a mirror
It recognizes his face,
Although knows his name
His age and his history,
 
Wonders still in deep,
Who are they?
 
I am a giant among men,
Lord of all,
Or a miserable pygmy
Clumsily that blocks its path?
 
I am sure the gentleman himself
With a style by winning
Naturally born to be a leader
What do friends instantly,
 
I am frightened heart
Walking on tiptoe among foreigners,
That, behind a cold smile, shakes
As a young boy lost in a forest?
 
Almost all want to be the first,
But they are afraid the other.
Yet we can be
What we aspire to be
 
Who cultivates
Its own natural instincts,
Who focuses
The good, admirable, excellent,
It believes it can achieve
Will be rewarded his trust.
 
And in the process,
Discover the true identity
Who will look in the mirror reflection.