I’m dancing with the haze.
just running against gravity.
scattered wings are fading.
all those things because of me?
do we know more now? more than just a beginner?
as sun doesn’t go away, we’ll never give it up.
take me higher, though I lost my feather.
even though I’ve been never growing up such a better one.
the scars on my face
my holy personality.
who fold by himself the wings, never understand on me.
you did it all? or stopped it just afraid burning what you had?
unconfidence in me can’t disturb me
even if I’m falling again to the ground.
take me higher, though I lost my feather.
even though I’ve been never growing up such a better one.