Soaring Higher Şiiri - Buse Nur Manga

The shadows of the past may try to hold me down,
But I have found my wings above this heavy town.
No longer bound by storms that gather down below,
I am a woodlark which soar above the clouds where
currents flow.

The winter lingers long, its frosty grip takes hold,
A fragile frame of feathers pushing through the cold.
Upon the bending branch, a quiet strength grows,
Trying to stand upright while the chilling March wind blows.

The world can be a cruel and heavy place to beat,
With bitter rain and trials testing weary feet.
But inside of my heart there is a fierce fire that nothing can erupt,
Defying the harsh challenges of life without giving up.

So let the tempest rage and let the darkness fall,
I answer to the sky, the highest, truest call.
With broken, mended wings, my spirit is reborn,
I am a woodlark, soaring even higher despite everything that has happened.