Every time I look around,
A question sinks me back to the ground.
Every hope I tie within
makes me realize that I am dreaming.
In every way, I try so hard,
but each effort tears me apart.
Every time I ask myself,
A question buries in my heart itself.
Where actually do I belong?
Am I the only one who is alone?
I am scared to open my eyes,
Fail every time, even through tries.
Darkness is where I hide;
The river of my faith is almost dried.
In every sound, I hear a noise,
which hurts me bad and makes me destroyed.
Chirping of birds is what all hear,
but cries of death are what I bear.
The gentle breeze you feel whispering
Is a cry for help—it's always weeping.
They say it’s impossible
to chase your shadow,
But I never faced the light,
Instead, running through the narrows.
They say,
"Fly high to achieve your dreams,
"But is it my fault
that I have no wings?
Every time I ask myself,
"Will I ever be able to achieve it?
"In every promise, I hide myself.
Will the ending never be lit?
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