Fly

The tree is tied to the earth 

The bird to the sky 

The fish is tied to the water 

Witness everything I 

I am tied in silk threads 

Bright and shiny my eye 

Cutting the thread

I will fly..... Far, very high   

Will become a bird or a butterfly...

Magical are my nights 

Mysterious are my nights 

Everyone is staring at me, why?

Why do I feel such a vacuum 

Nothing gives me joy 

The world is saying 

I am getting prettier each day. 

I will fly... Far, very high. 

Will become a bird or a butterfly. 

Now the world is looking up to me. 

I knew, recognised, and understood life. 

When the new one came to my womb. 

Dancing my ground beneath, the trees started running. 

The fish flew in the sky.

 I started dreaming.

 I will fly ... Far, very high. 

Will become a bird or a butterfly. 

Dipped in illusion. 

Dipped in bondage (binding). 

Tired, I stumbled at night and looked back 

Blurred became my sight. 

Melancholic became my nights 

Threw bondage from my life 

Pushed illusion aside. 

I am no more tired. 

I will again fly....

Far, very high