They want those pretty wings
The kind that sings
Break, break, break
Let’s pull out those feathers
In seas of red.
For broken wings will have to rely on you
To be fed
I wish I could find again.
That, which I lost
Or was it what I gave up?
Take me home
Lord, take me home.
I dream of oceans beyond my own.
I dream of the way I fight – for lives that aren’t mine.
I dream of old friends and lovers – how our paths would intertwine.
And I’ve dreamt of so many things,
Neither premonitions nor desires –
As if to show, what I have overcome.
Today I woke up
And watched the rain pour.
I think I’m enough,
Today I think I’m enough.
Take darkness and you’ll make light
You are a magician, in your own right.
And should there be a tower,
Let it crumble
For you are the one who made the earth rumble.
I’ve been cocooning，
Ready to fly.
I haven’t stalled my progress.
For while I’m here,
I’m still growing,
Just biding my time.
Green is the colour of trees –
Grass, stems, leaves and moss.
Green is also the heart –
Pure, peace, grace and serenity.
Green grows as the heart does,
There are so many things I want to fix.
Because everything is imperfect,
And everything dark seeks light.
But I only have two hands,
So sometimes I think to hell with it
And watch it be consumed by the dark.
How funny that we’ve all,
Missed our marks in life.
I’m lying on the sand,
Covered by the shade.
I can hear the waves and the birds,
As their voices fade.
The children are laughing,
Running with their spades.
How lucky am I to be alive
The day is bright,
But I’m not ready.
So I’ll dive under the blankets,
And pretend I’ve got all the time in the world.
How could I bear to leave home?