A birds flying in the sky,
Like my companions in a green grass,
Just swaying our hands,
And enjoying every moment, of being a child
I want back to old days,
Innocent acts and plays,
Running after the butterflies,
Free from all responsibilities
Not like this
Not these ache
My heart is like a broken glass
And I dont know how to pick it,
because its already into pieces
I dont how i feel
My hands are trembling
Cup of Coffee in my hards are swaying
While my eyes are crying
