Just like that little bird
People too dream of flight
The dreams and hopes he has inside
to fulfill, to make real
His mind gets turned around
whenever he sees something new
All the things in this world of ours
Is one grand colossal trick
why then feel the hurt
why make it harder
even if you want it
don't mean you can have it
you'll just make it worse
Stop breaking your heart
this is the game we play
in this sordid world of ours
rivers disappears as well
the flowers will one day die
the day surrenders to the night
as darkness always come
You'll just make it worse
Shelter your breaking heart
In the games we have to play
In this cruel world of ours
And just like that little bird
Mankind too will someday die
dreams and hope he carries still
may it reach the other side