Until now I am still looking at a dark blue sky,
Wondering what Is it to fly. To have no worries,
To have no problems, To have no other some struggles,
I kept on thinking what is it to fly? to feel free,
Like a flock of birds flying together and humming,
A bird singing a song in a beautiful morning,
Like as happy like the color of a pink flamingo,
Like an eagle that can fly high free up in the sky,
Just like me soaring high but until now I am still,
I am in a dungeon full of bad memories,
Still soaring high but I can't even catch one of them,
High expectations from me But what can they do if,
If we didn't get what they expect highly on us ,
If we didn't get that atleast we are true,
Just enough to be a truly person like everybody else.
