Please advise me how to live, that's just what I want.
To live in fear that clutches my heart.
Try to wither me, from what is real and what we forgot.
We lost our will to fly.

Difficult to sleep these days, so much weight to shoulder.
Still manage to live.
Though content, this can't be my purpose through life, my energy is pointing to the way of the wind.

So I cry when I watch birds fly.