I've given up all my dreams, wishes and hope,
Nothings worth the keeps anymore.
Flying is an art, if you can cut the rope...
But what for?
It's like ripping my heart out and lay it in my hands,
no longer I can feel the pain.
Why bother to guide me through these noble lands,
when every step I take is all in vain.
I cannot breathe when he's gone forever,
now i know love is just so meaningless.
For finding him again I will endeavour,
even if I'm just a soul in distress.
