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Saturday, May 26, 2007

at some point of time, everyone would have felt like a superhuman. we, at some point, would have to juggle many things in our puny hands and there would always be a time when we'd feel like all those things can't fit in our little hands anymore and will crash anytime.

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird...i’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed...but won’t you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away...away from meI
t’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy...or anything...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
It's not easy to be me...
Looking for special things inside of me

was just listening to the song above, superman. it dawned on me, how in many situations, we'd rather just be nothing than someone or something. it's tiring to lead all the time, it's tiring to always be the one that everyone counts on and look towards. it must be tiring, to be superman.

to all the supermen out there, in every superhuman there lies a weakness. a weakness to be loved, a weakness to be cared for, a weakness to be taken care of...and a weakness to have a superman of their own...you're not alone.

even superman needs a hero to save him sometimes.

i will be that heroine
for you
my superhuman
-cheryl
7:33 PM





Cheryl

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