没有翅膀的人

Every human once had wings to fly

Survival of the fittest forced them to evolve

They care how high you soar, not if you're happy

For those who drain themselves, the sky turns gray

I love your stubbornness and innocence, that romantic folly

I love your scars and wrinkles even more, marks of a life lived

Seeking light and warmth in stormy clouds, the journey cold

You'll lose some things, gain others, shaping what adult you'll be

So what if you're a person without wings, unable to fly?

Even if you lose, fall, lie down, be the self you love most

Acknowledge how cruel reality is, yet sing out fervently

Who with a dream doesn't face some twists? A person without wings

Every human once had wings to fly

Survival of the fittest forced them into what role?

A fifth-floor rooftop addition, the morning train I miss

Dreams out of reach, who says I'm not worthy?

My blanket is my echo chamber, no one understands

Lying flat yet unwilling to be harvested like chives

Half despairing, half fervent, half dreaming, half torn

Who will gently catch my soul, endlessly falling weightless?

Faith questioned and attacked, inner voice fights the noise

An endless long march, a tragic Don Quixote

Can't be who I want, powerless, doubting life

Every deep night, I ask myself

Who else is a person without wings, yet refuses to be ordinary?

A journey without tears shed, how can it be called a dream?

A story without hero powers becomes more moving, profound

Remember to smile when the rain pours down

I am a person without wings, unable to fly, so what?

Even if I lose, fall, lie down, I'll be the self I love most

Acknowledge how cruel reality is, yet sing out fervently

Who with a dream doesn't face some twists? A person without wings