Broken Wings
Sometimes, when I'm alone,
I look up to the sky.
Like forgotten memories,
I watche the clouds go by.
Everytime I take my chance,
To climbing up so high.
The pain is still so real.
And I just wonder why.
I take a deep breath,
Jumping down the edge.
I try so hard to realize.
Again I lose the match.
Then I find myself,
Smashed on the floor.
Come and take my faith,
I don't need it anymore.
I'm becoming sick and tiered
Of all these senseless things.
One more time I've found out,
It's just too hard to fly with broken wings...