Flying Across The Heavens
Flying across the heavens, soaring across the sky, it's always been my dream, to learn how to fly.
When I wake up, I cry, knowing what's to come, knowing my life is terrible, making my heart numb.
Just as a lot of others do, I wish to be free, free from the pain of life, I hate being me.
I'm sick of all the fighting, and the bad things we do, if only this would end, making me free too.
One day I'll learn to fly, and fly away from here, and once I'm gone, I'll have nothing left to fear.
But for now I'll stay put, I know I'm not ready, I'm to young to go on my own, I have to learn to fly steady.
The sky is a blood red color, it's sunset, about to be night, now I'll let you teach me, give me your gift of flight.
Zayoshi · Tue May 17, 2005 @ 08:04pm · 1 Comments |