I went down to the fairy shop
And asked for a pair of wings
She asked me to find the perfect rain drop
As price for the pair of wings
So my little feet carried me along the road
Searching for the perfect rain drop
Staring at the clouds floating above
I prayed for the perfect rain drop.
I do not know whether she found it or not. She needs the rain drop to get the wings so she can fly away but she cant find it. Till then she is stuck. Just like me.
Stuck in the mud pool
Feet all dirty, no will to get up
Just stay in the mess, waiting for the courage to get up