I Want To Be The Wind
I used to run away
I used to hide inside
So horizon won't open wide
I used to close my eyes
I used to think of speed
I used to think of dreams
My life is easy, so it seems
But no, it's hard...
My battle form, Uranus
Owns the sky
And still the wind she chases just like I
For the wind is Roaming free
Just wish... it would listen to me
Because of my dream, in which
I want to be the wind!