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... |