I am still in search of my place
in the world.

In hope,I start
then stop to ask:
Is this where I belong ?

Everything works fine at the start
then it falls apart .

So I move on ,
Start over ,
stop again to ask :
Do I really belong here?

I have started again
now I am afraid to stop and ask
once more :
Is this the place where I belong?

After all, I am only a speck of dust
amongst the galaxy of stars.

I'm just a sparrow
longing for sky
and if I had wings
I could fly.

The sun has risen,
can you hear?
the songs of the morning birds.

Life begins to wake,
the gentle breeze,
blows softly against the trees.
A lovely view awaits.

The orange sky,
the feeling of life!
a beautiful sunrise it is.