Birds are born without shackles
And one fetters my fate
Count away the white patals
Leave me trapped in the cage
The endless isolation
can wear down my illusion
Someday, I'll make a dream unshaped
Then my heart bravely spread the wings
soaring past the night
to chase the primal light
Let the cloud heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life I dreamed
What is meant by miracle
that were outside my days
Once again, repeat, wobbles
But how could I escape?
No further hesitation
on those unanswered questions
So now, I'll make a dream unchained
Then my heart bravely spread the wings
soaring past the night
to chase the primal light
Let the cloud heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life I dreamed
Then my heart bravely spread the wings
soaring past the night
to chase the primal light
Let the cloud heal me of the stains
Gently wipe the sorrow of my life I dreamed
I dreamed...
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