Wings of wax will melt and fall apart,
But what if they are a true reflection of what's in my heart?
Weak, easily discouraged, and without pride,
My escape to freedom denied
I can never spread my wings and fly.
I will never know the feeling of the sky,
For these broken wings keep me grounded
And trapped with the memories of how they once sounded.
They used to be so beautiful and proud,
But now they hang around me like a black shroud,
Reminding me of my once known glory
And how this is just another sad story.
These wings are torn and tattered, no longer able to carry me.
My heart, unable to dream of the possibility of being free
And my soul, now a deep black abyss
Waits silently for death's blissful kiss.
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
When I am without her,
the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
When I am without her,<
I don't believe in taking excess risks,
But a person can be excessively careful, too.
Do you remember, when we were young, those promises we made?
The promise to be there for
I look into a broken mirror,
I seek to see why I am still living.
when I look aro
Taking a romantic ride today,
We sat upon the wagon.
Suddenly the horse lifted hi
Sometimes you may think you're alone,
And your feelings make you seem like a clone.
The little town was the perfect little town,
Where never would you see even one little fr
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley — but
