When the wind tries to hit you from directions, hold on, girl.
When your scar oozes blood, hold it on.
When you find no way out, just hold on again.
Close your beautiful eyes, and smile on it all.
Not that your story is ordinary and deserves to be taken granted.
It is way gorgeous than what all see.
All those tears, heartbreaks, scars are yet too beautiful and deserve respect.
It is fine to find answers.
It is still fine to search yourself. But, dear girl, don't hold it on longer.
You know, few scars do not need to be corroded.
They are better be left unhurt.
Count back those nights you hid your tears somewhere deep down your favorite pillow.
Hundreds. Thousands, may be.
Now, show me, beautiful, how you rose in all those times.
Don't you see life growing beneath your feet?
I respect it. That Everything. I mean it literally.
Someone might not have held you warm. But, tell me, were you not enough alone?
I'm not here to tell you good or bad.
I'm here to see you shine back and let the girl come back to life.
Your feathers want to flap, a deep dive into the blue sky.
I'll still be here on the roof waiting to see the whirls of your free soul.
That smile, I long for it. This world longs for you.
There is no other way.
You smile, girl, like never before.
Yes, exactly like this.
You look so gorgeous!