So here I am, wrote another song within the same week. This song has a faster tempo than the previous one. The lyrics is as such …
Author’s note: I remember when young, I took bus to school back in Hong Kong. During the right season, there would be swallows just at the balcony of the school near to the bus stop that I always used. Swallows make temporary homes before moving onto their migration journey. At times I miss the traveller kind of lifestyle.
My Little Swallow
One night on my way home I look at the star buried in the hazy sky
I turn up the music listen to the song that chills my heart
I feel the wind
The sense of freedom chills my spine
All by myself
My vision slowly fades away
One night on my way home my eyesight getting blurry I cannot see
This music in my head it slowly lifts me up to the sky
I hear a sound
A calling I have never heard before
Open my eyes
A swallow under the hazy sky
I recognise this beautiful swallow
Building a home on the way to your destination
I want to see you every single night
I often wonder what is it like to be you
All these homes you made these new faces you see every day
I often wonder what is it like to be with you
All these thrills up in the sky must be something to live for
My little swallow, all I want is to be with you
My little swallow, I want to know what’s it like to be you
My little swallow, all I want is to be with you
My little swallow, I want to know what’s it like to be you
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