I have been holding onto these hundreds of dreams,
That needs to be fulfilled.
With thousands of agonies heaped up into a pile.
And countless fights with the monsters in my mind
Yet, I still want to fly a little high.
Maybe, if it's not today,
Tomorrow will be fine.
In the middle of the night,
When nothing else is by my side.
I look up to the sky , the lonesome moon
Still shining bright.
At the end of my despair,
Everything feels all Right!
No darkness, no season is eternal
There's no creature that is immortal.
The morning will come again.
When I can let my wings sprout
To fly again, this time, a little high.