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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