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RISING HIGH WITH MY FEET


 

 

My mind feels like an explosion,

Stumbling with a lot of questions,

And it feels like I have no other option

Cause my life is sinking in an invisible ocean.

I wish Dad was here for a minute 

He once said I’ll be rising high with my feet,

He would’ve given Advices with a lot of benefits.

But for a silent moment I say Rest In Peace 

so I have to be the man in a woman’s body

I have to think like a lady

And fight to reach out to my destiny 

Though I feel scared of my tomorrow

Starting a trial leaving in the outside world, 

Trying to figure out my own. 

Can’t feel my soul,

I’m just a flesh so common,

Trying to look for an amor.

I keep looking and searching for myself 

And hoping that my happiness returns itself,

Then the mockers will feel ashamed of themselves.

They will wish they’d never call me a counterfeit,

Cause I’m rising high with my feet,

And there won’t be no limit.

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