Of all the thousands of lines, you write
some nestle on the back of your tongue
Ready to use when there are questions
like lyrics belonging to a song, unsung
Once spoken out, there’s no way of denying
that inconvenient answer which is used as a last resort
When you are too tired for arduous explanations
and legitimizing the stamps in your emotional passport
I sang the song I wrote, in a moment of despair
Some listened but kept their abashes enshroud
Of all the thousands of lines, you fanatically wrote
some should never, never be spoken out loud
I am too strong to die
too strong to die
Too weak to enjoy my life
I am waiting
I am waiting
For the day
that I will fly
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