Where kite lingering in the sky above,

and the child below running free

hoping the kite will set him off

to Neverland where children are free.

Where I saw girls playing with their dolls,

practising to be the housewife of the future

And I see boys fighting off with trolls,

ending the fight with their heroic posture.

And I tried to recall the pieces in me,

where my mother used to hug me around

I can see I'm running wild

and nothing more than that in me.

Where other's childhood is albums full of colourful pictures;

Mine is empty canvas where I try to sketch and make colours into.