Sick

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I wish to stand on my own two feet
And try to reach the crowd
But I keep falling
Falling down to the ground

I wish to fly with my own wings
And try to reach the sky
But I keep falling
Falling down and cry

Why I can't stand?
Why I can't fly?
How have I sinned
Fated to be born and die?

I wanted to scream!
I wanted to cry!
I wish tears to fall
But my eyes are so dry

Is there a any way out?
In this burning fate?
Please show me the path
For me to escape

Is there any hope
For this hopeless life?
Please show me a sign
Please keep me safe

Looking up above and staring at the sunrise
A beautiful sunrise
A mark of a new born day
A promising new day

Just like a new born child
Such a beautiful surprise
A mark of a new hope
A new born hope

Yeah there's nothing will remain
Everything will fade
Our life is like a game
There's always be an ending

But I will stand tall
I'll keep on fighting
I'll win this game
I'll keep surviving

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