If I could run away, I will run to Paris
and leave all my feelings behind.
I will just wander through the streets
and scream from the top of the Eiffel tower.
If I could fly, like an eagle,
I will fly to the highest mountain,
leaving all my troubles in the valley.
where no one will see them,
because I don’t want to face them either.
If i could dive,
Splash! I will take a deep breath and jump into the Atlantic
to see the beauty of the marine world
without having a single care in the world.
because I need an escape!
I need to varnish only to reappear later like the eclipse.
I am looking for an adventure no one seems to get!
I am looking for a haven..
So where is my shooting star?
A little genie lamp or a single candle light,
upon which i could call my fantasies to life.
Where is my shooting star?