Feature

A birthday without a birthday boy
A school without a teacher
A smile without joy
I'm without a feature
Sometimes I want to breathe fresh air
Then why are you strangling me?
A broken chair with a sticker of a bear
Holding a barrel of honey with a bee
Don't I have wings? I don't care.
Spreading my wings, I will fly very high, where the angels sleep
Through the pain, it doesn't matter how much it hurts
A treasure buried deep
You're unlikely to find that outskirts
The most valuable things are stored there
Warm, sparkling and soft..
Do you think it could be a tear?
or an old T-shirt from the loft?
Dew from the eye of that angel floating in the air
Sometimes I want to breathe fresh air
Then why are you strangling me?
A broken chair with a sticker of a bear
Holding a barrel of honey with a bee
Don't I have wings? I don't care.
One day Lina will rip out my wings.
And I will be left without any things
It's like a birthday without a name, a school without a teacher, a smile without joy and me without a feature