1998, when I was in Advanced level already
Hard Times
Sometimes I feel I'm free as a bird
Flying in the wide blue sky
But there are other times I can't even breathe
And I guess I'd rather die
These times of sadness
It seems they will never pass by
I feel a deep loneliness
And I just don't know why
But I know I'll find a way
To overcome all this pain
I'll learn how to fly again
Come what may.
