To a place where there's peace
Where I can touch the sun
Fondle it softly in my hands
I want to be grounded and bold
Even if it seems crazy to others
I want to get there.
I want to breathe from the war underwater
And see the light.
I want to roam free
A little mermaid with legs
Running hand and hand with a flower
A really beautiful one...
I wonder if it twisted and died
And I'll end up running alone,
I may cry for awhile, cry pearl-studded tears,
But eventually, my golden legs will start running again.
I wonder what would happen if I kept flying upward,
If it is simply right,
Because when I truly let go,
It is right to me...
There some kinks, but the ride is so blissful and real that if I rest
I believe it will all work out...
Years down the line I will grow up
I will thrive
I will live amazingly
My flower is in my hand
Will it die by other people?
Or will it die by my own hand??
I will let the flower live,
It's too beautiful to die.
But only if it wants to live With me.