Yes, I am a bird,
But why can’t I fly?
Why I remain in this land
And am not in the sky.

For I have the wing,
And Strength to make it flap
But still, anything is left
Which bounds me in this trap

So I shall push the air
To get the body risen
And one day shall come
When I’ll touch the horizon

But what can I do now
Cause time is getting fade
I shall mold my fear
To make it a power blade

And then I shall pull the power
Which was kept so hidden
And slay my all weakness
Which should not be left forbidden.