Break-free I say
They say I'm too much raw,
Too much heart and
Too much brain.
Too much dreams and
Too much words.
Too much courageous and
Too much unpredictable.
Then ask me to trim it all and fit in.
So that I could get a heaven, they say!
Yet in secret, in hiding, in private...
They wish if they could be me too.
To hold as much of a sky as I do.
To have as much of a wing, I made for myself.
To have as much as a root, standing unflilinching!
Fit in-they say to me.
Break free-I say to them.