Sitting quietly at a table in a corner bar br With his pride tarnished and a heart broken, br His mind seems to be gone away very far br But he is ready to release his words unspoken... br br Covered by cigarette smokes in the air, br While a piano is being played in the background, br He lifts up his face full of tears... br Starting to write words without sounds... br br He asks for a soft drink to the barmaid, br And concentrated writing a new poem br He realizes that for his wound, there's no band-aid br Since his life has taken a new form... br br Suddenly, a flower girl stops by br Asking him to buy some flower br He felt like a bird that can no longer fly br One with broken wings and no power...