I want to soar in the sky
But I’m pulled down every time
Trying to bond new ties
But it looks like I’m doing a crime

A crime that no one can forgive
Or is there something else to it
That gives a mood of being pensive
That can hold down someone’s spirit

Holding down can make you rue
A mistake like this can make it rife
What does a girl need to do?
To live a calm happy life

Some have no clue
And others are in serious strife
People feel like they have no value
Feeling they are attacked by a knife

Is this how it is going to be?
Never to be boundlessly discern
No one to answer my melancholy plea
Not able to break my own postern

Trying to break the shell

That has hid me from my world
Having myself to always impel
And continuously being crumpled

Living in the underworld
Is a dark gloomy place
Wanting to leave to dream world
Is always been a long race

The race can take the feeling of being ardent
But being me decides if I’m going to be finally free
To be free don’t change into something different
Because my character is who I am

I don’t want to be someone who’s ancient

That can leave me a wound or a serious scar
I don’t want to be an enfant
That can make me bizarre

Because there is no need to convert
On what and why I exist for
I should always feel comfort
And have my life in the galore

My fate is in my hand
I can make it mine or let other make it for me
By making it mine I can finally stand
This can eliminate me living defenselessly

I’m here for a reason
Like everyone else I have a puzzled purpose
By making MY choice I won’t put myself in treason
Then I finally can be a person who’s woundless