propper to my own will

I walk on sand
Does any of you know what that is like?
Nobody comes after you
Winds take care so that they wouldn't know they should or could
No one looks for you
'Cause there are no footprints of yours left to follow
No one rescues you
'Cause they are no common trails known by the UN
those that you take to
So no press would take 'em down in braking news for it
that's for sure
not to mention that
you follow the star
you give birth to yourself
you preach to your ears only
and do miracles for that you alone would believe in your power
you die and rise from the dead for your sole redemption
As for thy neighbour
you yearn for him
for he is only one too
but
have you ever taken in a bird with a broken wing?
they usually never heal
and they leave you with a broken heart
the name's Haneen
for 6 ears now
for I walk on sand
while telling my story