I left to be the last
Last one to know the meaning of win
Numbers always writing on my life
Though first place was not for me
Being the last is not the sin
To fly can’t rely on broken wings
Break me not, I knew i was born to win
Don’t conclude when it still at the beginning
Because i wasn’t born for nothing
I am not just a small sparrow
Something in me, only me know
I won’t compete with same others want
I fight for something i need
So i won’t be in the fight
Only search for my life right
And to be the last one in the game
I don’t live for any number
Out of my shell
Wider than the nest
I am beyond the distance
Fearless to try to learn how to fly
To against the strong wind
My eagle spirit moves my wings
I soar the sky till late evening
Though night hiding road to astray me
I found brave raven insight in me
Within, a white dove my soul free
Phoenix zest rebirth my victory
All i need is to be me
Outer my shell
Beyond my nest
And breakaway in any distance
But never forget to return
If i don’t have a win now
And if my wings are broken to lift
Doesn’t mean how the story will be ending
As conclusion never be made at the beginning
For our limbs take it as warm up for the winner’s wings
To have spirits of four in one small body
I don’t win to be the first
I win to claim what i want in wishing list
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