City Dump

She's a little girl, sits on the branch. Sings along to the winter breeze.
A pigeon yells out and  memories burn.
She sees a yellow light, guides her to cover her eyes.
A mice runs away and seconds die.
She sees fire among the gate, but it doesn't burn.
World sends her to the cage.
She tries to love it, she does.
Fly flies above a frozen pork.
She tries to eat it, yes she does.
Na na na na, she sings all night.
Na na na na, oh yes she does.
She makes many snow balls, then breaks all of them, she smiles.
She's just a little girl, sits on the branch.
Dear sky, she just wants to play.

across the road

There I sat.
Maybe I can't remember where did the postcard come from.
And then there I sat, blinded by the blinkers.
"Fly! Fly!" said my mind. Nope, that seat was so cozy—I didn't move.
My brother walked away when I was laughing.
Face down, I caught a drop of tear, but that wasn't mine.
There I sat, wondered about the world.
My parents' eyes asked me to leave,
then I got my eyes on a tree.
I got up, I caught a drop of my sweat, warm.
I got up, but I got numb, cold.
There I was standing straight,
A million diamonds and words were hanging all along the branch.
"Fly! Fly!" said my mind louder. But I can't fly.
I saw my brother's thumb and my parents' stars.
By the pieces of my courage, I crossed the road.