Let me fly with my own wings
Life is a canvas and i am limn
I want to reach the heights of sky
Where the cuckoos sing & larks fly
No more mourning & no more cry
Where the automn is far & only the spring
Let me fly with my own wings
I am in the cage of grieves & pains
Where people cry in stresses & strains
Can we ever live a painful life
With lots of sorrows & lots of sighs
I am alone in the empty inns
Let me fly with my own wings
Time is passed when we were slaves
Soul was prison in life’s cage
Time has come & it is realeasing
No regret on time & no more rage
Canvas is dread from the limn
Let me fly with my own wings…
