I feel a pleasure of being myself, of being me
Something which I haven't felt lately
I feel free, I feel independent
I feel that my journey is still far
And I've already filled up the fuel
I've charged the battery
And I'm ready
I smile and I smile
Through my days, to my future
I'm blessed
I don't want to be pushed, anymore
By anything, or anyone
I want myself to choose, my heart to decide
I'll stop pretending that I'll be okay
When I feel I won't
I have the right to be happy, aren't I?
I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
Well, I won't continue the song until I found someone I run to
or, he'll find me :)
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