It's not a wingless bird,
it's a bird with one wing,
she tells me the bird can fly
'cause we're born and we go on
but she doesn't tell me how to fly
if I have no one wing.
I guess if you have no one wing to fly,
you can walk but never run... Run away.
We're wingless completely,
we try to make wings with paper
but when the rain falls...
We fall too... Like that angel.
We just love the darkness
'cause we see nothing,
we feel everything... We're
blind in this painless world.
it's a poem for my best friend, karen ^_^ she's always with me, right?