Once
You have a friend
That become so dear to you
So dear that you'll cry for her
Even if she doesn't show whats hurt
And you're happy
Just to see her smile
Then
Both you two fly together
Far and steady
Up and higher you reach
Stealthy
From your back
Your dear friend
Rip of your wing
In the middle of the clear blue sky
The last thing you remember
The face of your dear friend
Watching you fall
From above…
Into the sea
You wake from slumber
Maybe
You don’t have wing to begin with
Maybe
It is your dear friend that carry you
All along
Maybe
Your dear friend get tired
Or maybe
It is you who forget
To use your own wing
To realize you have one
Just maybe
As you swim with the whales, you keep on thinking.