‏Like a little bird,
‏I was flying high,
‏Reaching for the world,
‏Touching the sky.

‏But one day, gravity pulled me down,
‏My wings broke apart,
‏I crashed to the ground,
‏With an ache in my heart.

‏I’m still here, still low,
‏I need to leave, but where to go?
‏I need a hand, just someone near,
‏But no one’s there—no one to hear.

‏I need time, just time,
‏Someday, I’ll fly again.
‏I will rise, break free from pain.
‏It’s not easy—I know it’s not,
‏But flying always comes with falls.

‏It takes time,
‏But I’ll be fine.
‏Yeah, I know,
‏I’ll be fine.