S.O.S.

Why I live, why I die
Why I laugh, why I cry
Here is the S.O.S. from a soul in distress

I couldn’t have my feet on the ground
I’d rather be a bird roaming around
I felt bad about myself
I would like to see the world upside down
Is it more beautiful
more beautiful seen from above
from all the way high up?

I always confused life
with the comics
I feel the urge to have a fairytale
I sensed something
that’s attracting me, pulling me, lifting me
Up to high above

In the big gambling of the universe
(I thought) I did not draw the right number
I felt bad about myself
I wonder if ever it was more beautiful
More beautiful seen from above
all the way up from heaven

Why I live, why I die
Why I laugh, why I cry
I felt I was bathed in light from another dimenion

I had my feet on the ground like never
No doubt it was more beautiful
more beautiful seen from above
It will always be more beautiful seeing from above

Dream, my child, dream…

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