I have travelled alone
a thousand miles...
crossing rivers, hills and plains
seeking one word 'life'
I am not tired
but my wings are heavy!
I have no destination
like a wind
don't know where i come from?
where I will go?
I have roamed all over
the worldwide tour
lodging myself in a corner of my mind
seeking one word 'life'
I am not tired
but my wings are heavy
the places I have seen
the poeple I met
always followed them
played with heartstrings
seeking one word 'life'
age is gaining time over me
if I lived at all
it is just out of habit!
I have wasted so many years!
now I walk with death
hand in hand, together
seeking one word 'life'
letting the dead
live again.
I am not tired
but my wings are heavy
waiting for life!
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