Turning Point
As a person I have fame among my beloved ones.
Not many but the closest ones.
Sometimes I find myself miserable, because I am the only one thinking like that.
As a person I try to jump above, but I found myself sleeping under the bridge.
After my intelligence, I sleep under a pillow, instead I should be above.
Difficult to sleep on clouds,
when everybody makes you sleep on a corner.
Not easy to fly, when you have the wings cut.
Wings grow up again one day, and then the wind will take me far away.
Soon enough it will be a starting point, when my wings will fly again from the sea, from the old windmill I used to be in.
Give me a turning point to grow up again.
I will be nobody, but somebody for the ones I want to be with.
A turning point for feeding happiness and friendship.
A turning point to tell the ones I hurt, that I didn't mean.
I have never meant to do anything wrong, but I did.
I breath different air to release my soul back.
As my soul is realeased I breath new air.
That air makes me dance to a different point where I feel the music that feeds my heart,
that heart jumps into joyness,
that joy plays notes, and makes me watch the blue sea, which is my turning point
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