23 July / Gopal Trital
Up here in the sky, I'm now what I am
Not a bird, but a kite...
Higher I want to fly; tighter it holds
Strings pulled by a remote control
Can't deny I'm not free
Can't escape these strings
It pulls me down it sends me up
Till it goes loose on ground
Ground, a tree or wires in street
Fate I carry for my last breathe
Yet, I'm luckier
Luckier than
who controls me
Their strings, their sky
Up above free n wild
Where world seems tiny
Pains are mild
I could fly
Not like a bird
Yet, in the sky where they fly....
Up here in the sky, I'm now what I am
Not a bird, but a kite...
Higher I want to fly; tighter it holds
Strings pulled by a remote control
Can't deny I'm not free
Can't escape these strings
It pulls me down it sends me up
Till it goes loose on ground
Ground, a tree or wires in street
Fate I carry for my last breathe
Yet, I'm luckier
Luckier than
who controls me
Their strings, their sky
Up above free n wild
Where world seems tiny
Pains are mild
I could fly
Not like a bird
Yet, in the sky where they fly....
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