Like a sparrow
I can fly
But I can not
touch the sky
Like a flower
I can grow
But I can not
grow alone
But someday I
would like to know
that when I die
I will find my soul
And when I'm gone
and my skin is cold
will I care
where my body goes
where my body goes
Like a season
I can leave
But you can not
follow me
Like a mountain
I am tall
you can climb me
until you fall
But someday I
would like to know
that when I die
I will find my soul
And when I'm gone
and my skin is cold
will I care
where my body goes
where my body goes
I have ripped the
beating heart
out of my chest for you
bleeding as I fall apart
I've torn my wings in two
I have ripped the
beating heart
out of my chest for you
bleeding as I fall apart
I've torn my wings in two
But someday I
would like to know
that when I die
I will find my soul
And when I'm gone
and my skin is cold
will I care
where my body goes?
