Losing hopes as we go far from our home,
they said I was born with both of my wings broken,
the house was burnt,
and the keys was stolen.
I have no one growing up with,
As I look around on these empty piece of land,
I see mountains of hopes reappeared from the dust.
They said it was all my fault,
when the waves could not make it to the shore,
when the clouds suddenly disappeared from the atmosphere,
\"Was it all my fault?\", I asked.
Maybe I only have small dreams,
compared to the rest,
I was not the best,
but I know,
and you know,
we will be fine,
when we finally say,
I AM FINE.