I'm wishing for the sky, When I don't have wings
Can't stand what I see on the mirror When I look down, I see my legs shaking

Used to say to myself "It's gonna be year"
Now what's this fear that I feel?
will I ever be able to heal?
voices in my head that I hear
wish I had someone to call "my dear"

Someone who could hold me in their arms,
Someone who could help me save myself

Someone who could shine on me, Like the moon in the darkest nights
© Amal Jith