Ambition

I fall to the ground
Hands try to pull me down
I refuse to lose! Let me go!
I hope the sky hear my scream
Send the lightning to set me free

I run to the jungle
Where the hundred crows live
They’re watching me
Waiting for the smell of death

I said, “Don’t be rushed, my friends.”
Don’t you hear the sound from above?
The sky lets me free, gives me chances
To change myself and the whole world.

The ambition is like in my two hands
Half in left and half in another one
Half burns me inside
Half gives me strength to move.
Keep this ambition to move on.