Why can't I be like mountain?
They always seem to stand to tall.
Why can't I be like bird?
They never fall.
This is my home,
then why they don't let me stay?
Why am I like words written in sand?
Wawes always wash them away.
Why they have to make this mess in me?
like the snow storm.
It freeze you inside,
and you can't get warm.
Why am I gentle like a flower?
Why are they cruel like a thunder?
They always break me.
And broken isn't something I wanna be.
