I dream high, I had a dream.
When it gets hard, I close my eyes.
And while replaying the moment my dream comes true.
I kept get up, and keep going.
I shake in the face of fear today as well,
I’m afraid to fly in fear of falling down, like a young bird.
I keep on asking whether I can do this, whether my dream can come true.
Whenever I make a step, step by step, again, the fears come back.