I wonder if the wind, if the birds, are freer than I…
But if I don’t have wings, I’ll just run to where I wish to go.
I’m sure I can do it,
Going on!
Everything turns out different than I imagine,
Though I know everything can’t always be perfect.
But there’s a fountain welling deep within my heart!
No matter how down I feel
I’m filled up again with something clear.
I wonder, what should I even call this feeling?
It feels hot, it hurts, it even tickles—I’m almost in tears!
I wonder if the wind, if the birds, are freer than I…
But if I don’t have wings, I’ll just run to where I wish to go.
I’m sure I can do it,
Going on!
I know not everyone is made the same,
But I end up suddenly comparing myself to others.
But I don’t want to compare answers any longer!
Even if it’s not the same as everyone else, I want to find something that I can do myself!
I don’t really understand dreams and love that well…
How are they colored? Shaped? Where do they even come from?
But only ever praying or wishing won’t make them come true.
Even if I lack confidence, I have to get going. Not just someday, right now!
I’m sure I can do it,
Going on!
That fountain is right here, the source of everything I’m made of.
No matter what happens, it will never go dry.
Even when I thought I’d given up, I’m filled up again with something clear.
I wonder, what should I even call this feeling?
It feels hot, it hurts, it even tickles—I’m almost in tears!
I wonder if the wind, if the birds, are freer than I…
But if I don’t have wings, I’ll just run to where I wish to go.
I’m sure I can do it,
Going on!