We cry for little things,
We get afraid of nothing.
We dump huge love on others,
But they throw us just like a bird shed its
We welcome stress and were living together
So no new worries and nothing will make
We want to fly high in the sky like a bird,
But were living in deep underground because
We are still afraid.
Who are we? Asked someone,
But I refused to answer,
because everyone knows,
Who we are.