Smalls wings are now breaking my back with its growth.

I feel it's New York, it's knocking on my door, New York wants me to fly, wants me to not lose hope.

I know what I am made of, I know what I've done, I am stronger now, I am wishing always more .

When my wings are long enough I will be in New York.

When I think about New York I secretly smile, feel alive and full of joy.

My heart can shine, my voice can sing...