Monday, 28 November 2016

Rebel

Oh. clear sky, clear sky,
where did you go,
the colour of wind,
I do not know,

they say I'm alive,
but I don't feel so anymore,
they say I need air,
but I can't breathe anymore,

Oh, clear sky why don't you,
take me up to you,
so I can brush the clouds away,
I don't belong here,
so why don't you take me away,

I wish I had a home,
because I can't find one,
I wish I could float,
but it's just my...

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