I'll fly

Orphan

I've a voice that speaks,
thousands colors that I can paint.
A song that I can play.
with me a broken heart, in this cold bed.

I'm a soul all alone,
still trying to figure out,
how to fly out between two lines.

Mother, O mother,
where are your lovely arms ?
Father, where lies your comforting shadow ?
Am I to fly alone ?
all alone ?

In the agony of this world,
my pole star still awaits
my archway of salvation
is the mockery of my taste.

When I fall around
I break in pieces
then I collect myself
and try to fly again.

Well, what we lack here,
is what we call as emotions,
hearts of rocks and minds of savage.

Is there any place, where I can still fly ?
or is there a kingdom, existing without lines ?

oow, how I left myself behind ?
I don't where am I supposed to go.
I know it was planned, but by whom ?

Don't crush my wings,
they'll revive again.
Don't try to stop me,
I've to fly.
Fly, fly till the horizons meet,
fly fly till the opet reaches earth?
a day will come, when I'll fly.