Little man

You went home tonight
But nothing felt right
Vessel with no flower
Double bed with no partner
Poor your heart out, little man
Then, cry cry cry
You’d been burn by the sun
Blown by the wind
Wet by the rain
Carried of by the flood
But nothing feels like
Your inner earthquake
Poor your heart out, little man
Then, cry cry cry
See this little bird
Spreading its wings
Despite the lightening
Despite the blizzard
May this little bird inspires you, little man
Make you fly and cry, like a grown man
So fly fly fly
And when you’ll look down
Poor your heart out, little man
Then, cry cry cry

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