n°8

I dream of a comfort line
Of a curly hair
That leads to some weird land
Where weaks can be strong

And hopeful

Who will follow me there
I wonder

And I still got my bags with me
Just to carry things
And to laugh at how heavily

I try to be strong

But I can't read the lines 

in my hand

I think I'm working for the biggest cause
Will you be there when I lose all hope
With your tiger song
Your tiger song

Tiger Song - Emilie Zoé