Only sometimes I realize how small my existence is,
and no matter how hard I wish for the change,
that light never shines,
it just sinks deeper and deeper.
I'm reaching out both of my hands with all my might,
reaching out, still hoping that someone may notice,
this shallow screams of mine,
that are eaten by storm of night.
-It was just a lightning-
Still hoping for the change,
still believing,
still holding onto the tiny ray of light,
preciously cherishing it on the top of my palm.
-It was just a thunder-
Even if those tears dry,
even if the wounds heal,
at those places were tears used to flow,
only dry salt remains,
and as for the wounds I feel,
It seems the scars will leave.
I've been broken so many times,
Shattered into millions of pieces,
Like an incomplete puzzle.
But silently, I just bit my lip,
and no matter how many times I got hit,
I kept standing up,
with the will to fight,
with the will to overcome.
They say that once people have been hurt they became stronger,
But how many times more do I have to get hit,
and still stay standing?
Will I always feel like a bird in the cage,
Whose freedom was taken away?
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