Sway Alone
For the first time, I want to go where birds are humming,
Where small to tall grasses are swaying,
Where I let myself just crying,
Feeling everything that I've been enduring
For the first time, I wanna sit on a wood bench to hear my heartbeat
To be willing of making my eyes lift
To be alone in the middle of summer's pit
And to feel the silence that is neat
For the first time, I no longer please,
I no longer feel the part of them that I once missed,
Where my innerchild is the one I kiss,
Where she is far away from anyone's dangerous fist
I wanna enjoy the wind under the tree,
Waiting for the sunset to see
And to let these burdens flee,
For I know I've been carrying this inside me.
