I don’t want to be a bird.
I don’t want to be a part
Of beauty.

I know that I am not brave,
But I don’t want to escape
From duties .

Let me be a fist,
I want to stand against,
The rules that suck our life.

We don’t need to adjust,
With torture of the fast,
We have right to survive.

The trees , the snow , the butterfly,
Are not types of my .
I want to be the fire , not the cry.