Broken wings – dustbox
When your favorite blue sky turned to grey,
You felt you couldn’t fly again.
Just like a bird with its wings broken off.
You smiled 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 to stay as you are…
Can you hear the tiny voice in your heart?
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 could fly freely in the blue sky…
Can you hear the tiny voice in your heart?
It’s your real feelings.
Open your ears to it and listen carefully
Surely crying “I wanna fly (again!!”)
Can you hear the tiny voice in your heart?
It’s your real feelings.
Don’t lie to yourself about it and listen carefully
Surely crying “I wanna fly again!!”