They know that if I spread my wings and go,
they have lost their power over me.
I love them.
My soul is crying in the pain of the farewells.
Yet I can not stay: my soul belongs in the sky.
Only there I can spread my wings and reach my future.
I don't want to be hard.
Yet I am not able to love them if I stay.
They do not realize that I have already gone.