Two

when will i be free?

soaring through those vivid blue sky

gliding through the city sky

wandering through and through

those wonderful daydream

days and nights

away from miserliness

of the aftermath

the desire to have wings

and all things sweet

like those confectionery cotton candy

which lasted for a few seconds,

oh well.

that really sets me worlds apart

from those fortunate others

where they got to sing a song

of their own

where am i?

When will i?

sing a song of my own.

Mindlessly unaware but

my naivety sang in despair

cause they said, they said

I... i should sing songs made by them

so i'm just a little songbird, a little songbird trapped within this lonesome cage

my wings chipped and chapped from people's mistakes

even though those errors weren't made by me.

though maybe. maybe.

When will i be free?

When will i be free?

When will i fly free from those despicable community?

Oh.

Only God knows my despair

my heart tucked away from the headlights

and those laser eyes

till the curtain falls they say,

till the curtain falls they say

unveiled.