Called angel

When I was tired and lying on the bed, my limbs were weak, it was equivalent to a bird in front of my window waking me up from my slumber. When my mouth is hard to open, my eyes are equal to the blue sky and air giving me strength and eternity. Joy has always been only a part of the illusion, how can we have the label of a city? Only when everyone opposes you, rejects you, and keeps away from you can you feel that the world resonates.