Discouraged, I stand along the waves, rising and falling to pieces. We’re all supposed to break, aren’t we?
Waves splashing, water moving ashore, let it take me, I’ll breathe water until its purity turns me into dust.
Lost I’d float along the winds, seeing more of this world, its beauty and its evil, I’ll reach my heaven.
Yet again your presence makes me feel warm, and then you say, that my eyes dream of rainbows and fresh flowers, breathing amidst the wildness. Then why do my bones feel like dust slipping off my veins?
Was this the end I have ever deserved? Dreams and aspirations fly like birds of freedom, then why do I talk of dust bones and jumbled pieces?
I am worth more, then let my wings be free and let my eyes be not blind anymore. Let me rise from my ashes and turn into the most legendary myth, a phoenix indeed.
And I’ll look to myself, yet again, for courage and kindness. Let my dreams be unclipped and let my broken winged birds of happiness fly, for they have been my greatest inspiration, always.