I look up at the starry sky,
Every night before I sleep,
Obsessed with a dream to fly,
And see the world far and deep.
Then my soul draws me back,
Showing me the beauty of the world,
And then I see the thing I lack,
Is the potent to admire my land that is pearled.
People are there to make me lure,
For things which are out of my reach,
But if I tumble and cry for cure,
I bet,no one will hear my beseech.
I have learnt the fact of life ,
To be firm yourself,
Let trials come with might and strife,
But I will be myself.
I tell my people all around,
Leave me on my ground,
For whatever follows I'll never bother thee,
So kindly, let me be 'me'.