Why you want me to fly? I am not a bird. I cannot touch the sky Yes, it is what you heard. I cannot run to compete the empty world nor I want to do, What would I get tiring my parts, Will the torn faith get sewed? I have forgotten crawling as my childhood grew up, Crawl will not take me to touch the hill top. Let me walk in my own speed, It is what I know well, I will give my best to my journey wherever I go, I swear. Let me walk
