Dustbox Broken Wings
when your favorite blue sky turned
grey
you felt you couldn´t fly again
just like a bird with is wings
broken off
you smile holding back the tears
in your eyes
and you said " that´s enough for
me "
but you keep grasping the fallen
feather tight.
don´t forget, you would tell me
" I found something to live
for.... "
even if you´re laughed at,
want you hear the tiny voice in
your heat?
it´s your real feelings.
open your ears to it and listen
carefully
surely crying " i wanna fly again
"
don´t forget, you´re not alone
we are all tiny birds
wishing we cloud fly freely in the blue sky....
want you hear the tiny voice in
your heat?
it´s your real feelings.
don´t lie to tourself about it and listen
carefully
surely crying " i wanna fly again
"