But i am not well trained
By my standard every one is a singer
I sing the shortest and saddest one
The happiest and long song I keep in mind
People find them cute and the sweetest
But no one notice I break and bleed inside
In fact I did not take singing to be sadder
Upon my already broken heart
I don’t want to take more unwanted pressure
To get relief from my pent up feeling
And a light up mood that are what
I immediately sought from my singing
However, i keep continue my song
wind tells me i will get my satisfaction
at the end and i get it
and start singing with full throat again