awake

It’s not that I believe it. But that I want to try holding out. Because this is all that I can do. I want to remain, I want to dream more. Even so, what I’m saying is that it’s time to leave.

Yeah it's my truth. It's my truth. I will be covered with wounds all over. But it's my fate. It's my fate. Still, I want to struggle and fight.

Maybe I, I can never fly. I can't fly like the flower petals over there or as though I have wings. Maybe I, I can't touch the sky. Still, I want to stretch my hand out. I want to run, just a bit more.