When a bee uses the stinger it will lose that life because it is an exchange with life We don't imagine the bee's strong powers to make a big decision for that one sting I don't have a sting to give injury, like the bee has But that sting is in me - it just stings me from the inside Then that pain will change to a comfortable anaesthesia - that pain will be a cosy anaesthesia, to soothe my other pain If I live, faithful to myself, and leave this world - like a bee that will be a most valuable life, for me I pull out my sweet memory from my drawer, then I exchange someone's time, courage, and kindness to my power, which was used for me, once in me I fly strong, I fly high to live honest,to my feelings to show my love with all my honesty then I will fly again, keeping my anaesthesia only alone, under a free sky |