Sparrow of the strange sky

In a gloomy place I dwell,

Struggling with bars to grab emancipation.

My feathers flutter, my wings ruffle,

And I keep flapping with passion…

You can imprison my torso                       

But my spirit knows No border.

I am a wayfarer meant to trudge and move on

I know No limit and No order.

You laugh on my dreams calling me unreal and silly,

And I pity you following society’s paradigm willy-nilly.

You don’t dare to carve a road for yourself

And I can’t bear any limitations on myself.

You are afraid of failures, of losses and denigration,

I am afraid of losing self reliance and satisfaction.

Call me a wanderer, a renegade or a rebel

Or a defamed queen of a nasty tale.

Bidding you Aloha! I’ll take off my flight

The sky is waiting for me and my companion would be height.

Just because I don’t step with your bandwagon

Doesn’t mean I have no right to fly,

I’ll rule the universe my way people

 Because I am a sparrow of the strange sky…