A word to my friend
Living on the wild side
That light which flickers far off in the distance
Its just might lead you out of here someday
A crumbling afternoon intersection
I see a flock of birds without wings
Striving to survive
Still unaware of what they are
Wings burned by the sun
They can’t even fly but
They all have one ambition
“I wanna fly and keep flying…”
A word to my friends
Living on the wild side
What does it mean to live as yourself
Breaking free from the shell that holds you
With every season comes a new self-discovery
I wanna change and keep changing
I wanna change, I wanna change, change

The streat beat