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How many times I was going to give up
"hang in there" people told me
I hung in there with my frustration
hope things will change miracally
like a walking animal with no thoughts
I hung myself by additcted to my youth
Wake up, my heart called me gently
A soft voice with determined touch
I can not let the life just drifting
An aimless boat will only sink
I will never be young
A happy future is still in front of me
I will roam in my dream
when I finally open the window
how can I say spring is not here again
I smell the fragrance of the fresh field
hear the songs of free spirit
feel the power of the strength
it is time to go out
where I can dance with dream again
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