Where Real Happiness Lie

There was a girl  

who wanted to love,  

who wanted to live,  

with boxes of innocent hopes.  

She walked along until she met a spring,  

but it turned cold again and again.  

She tried to open the locked door  

again and again.  

The cold outside  

made her feel her 

every fail

but still, she tried  

again and again.  

She stitched stars into her scars.  

Oh, poor soul.  

But destiny happened

a mirage in a mirror.  

The broken mirror shattered into pieces.  

Oh Absalom, son of God,  

fell down from the sky.  

And she tried, but  

not like other days,  

as her butterflies had fled.  

Still, she tried  

again and again, even when voices said  

she wasn’t worthy to rise high.  

Oh poor soul,  

bride of destiny denied.  

She never found love,  she never found to live   

but I guess she will try  

to find a wing to fly

yes, where real happiness  

lie 

Bride of destiny denied,  

try and try and try,  

at least until you’re free from your “why.”