Bismillah al-rahman al-raheem
I wanted to fly up high
I wanted to be free
I wanted to care less about life
I wanted to care less about responsibility
Ouch!
Broken wing
I landed to a foreign land
To the people that I supposed not to belong
Ouch!
Afraid of losing my freedom, wrong
Afraid of being hurt to the truth, wrong
These foreigners of the foreign land
They saw no difference
They sense no hatred
They hope no rewards
of fixing my broken wings
to return to the sky
All they want is for me not to leave the memoir of happiness
from this foreign land
back home
to the place where I truly called home.
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