Supersonic - Laura

We’re only dirt of the road

Dust in the wind, leaves in the breeze

'Cause we are supersonic

Supersonic, supersonic

Life is a book where all the pages

Tell the stories many different ways

Who’s the writer of your story?

Is it nightmare or fairytale?

You must have to choose

Too much we talk about just loneliness

Anxiety, depression

You know the feel of emptiness

You’re broken and broken

Can’t find a way

Sometimes the pills don’t work

We should be writing, writing

Writing, writing, writing our poetry

We have to dive in, dive in

Dive in, dive in, dive into deep blue sea

We love flying, flying

Flying like wind

'Cause we are supersonic

'Cause we are supersonic

We are jumping, jumping

Jumping to dreams

'Cause we are supersonic

We are supersonic

Hear the sounds of the woods

Watch the rise of the day

Why do we stop only then

When blue horizon fades away?

We have time to choose

We should be writing, writing

Writing, writing, writing our poetry

We have to dive in, dive in

Dive in, dive in, dive into deep blue sea

We love flying, flying

Flying like wind

'Cause we are supersonic

'Cause we are supersonic

We are jumping, jumping

Jumping to dreams

'Cause we are supersonic

We are supersonic

When you are young, you are proud

We all rebel and yell

Do you recognize yourself

When you’re getting older?

Do we crash?

Do we learn?

Do we sing our songs

Louder and louder?

We should be writing, writing

Writing, writing, writing our poetry

We have to dive in, dive in

Dive in, dive in, dive into deep blue sea

We love flying, flying

Flying like wind

'Cause we are supersonic

'Cause we are supersonic

We are jumping, jumping

Jumping to dreams

'Cause we are supersonic

We are supersonic