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.
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
Everyone's got a big mountain to climb,
All those with an incurable illness.
Each
Don't be worried about the past.
Things like that never last.
We're better than y
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
I live with depravity,
Pressure like gravity.
Why can't they just see
I w
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Friends come and go
and love grows, grows, and grows
True friends are trees with
I love how we
tease each other with
tantalizing words
throughout the day;
Sharing sorrows, sharing needs,
Sharing happiness, exchanging deeds.
These are th
