My Song

I gather the fragments of thoughts
Around my feet
But I can’t pick up a single piece
Is it because my nails are too long?

The yellow balloon up in the sky
Tells me to switch on the light and sit down
Did I just make a friend
On this unexpected journey?

Should I tell you my name?
Should I tell you how old I am?
“You’re young, you don’t know, you can’t”
Don’t tell me that – I’m not a child

Should I tell you what I’m feeling?
Should I tell you my story?
In laughter, sorrow or pain
I am happy in my own way

They don’t know anything
But they tell me they know it so well

While I was climbing the stairs
I tried counting how many steps it has
On the eighteenth step
I just stopped climbing

My lips grope around
As if looking for something
The one thing that belongs only to me
To have something like that…

I will sing you this song
I will sing you my song
The song I wrote with tears
Hundreds, thousands, and millions of times

I will let you listen to my song
I will let you listen to my heart
This is my song that you can only hear
If you listen with your heart

Come, knock on my heart
Then your heart will open up too
My song

Should I tell you my name?
Should I tell you how old I am?
“You’re young, you don’t know, you can’t”
Don’t tell me that – I’m not a child

Should I tell you what I’m feeling?
Should I tell you my story?
In laughter, sorrow or pain
I am happy in my own way

Come, knock on my heart
Then you will hear what it says
My song

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