I'm a broken wings bird, flying cut through the night.
I cry and I scream while sliding in the cold weather.
Trying to seek help that I needed, I fly fly fly.
Do you see how I break the night with my tears?
Do you hear my voice is rolling in the depth of darkness?
Do you feel how my racing heart is on the edge of falling?
I'm flying, sliding, rolling, breaking through this confusion.
Still I can see myself with broken wings.
I live. I'm alive.