No matter how much you crush me,
Trample on my confidence,
Burn my self respect and get contented...
I will survive and hold my head high...
With useless pride for what I am,
What I was, what I could have been,
If my world was different...
Suppose in another universe,
Another plane of existence,
I have done what I can dream about...
Another me has already achieved all
The useless things that I falsely pride on...
With that satisfaction I will gather the crumbled pieces,
Pick each one, glue it, stick it and restore.. Myself!
And the world will smile again,
Sing with me, and join me in my revelry!
The soul cannot be chained...
Free as a bird will it fly... Higher and beyond!
