I want to fly
'cause that's what wings are meant for
but I won't
not now
not just yet
afraid?
always
but that's not it
blue?
sometimes
but that's not it
attached?
every part of me
but that's not it
it's funny how life can turn in a blink
a blink
the things that happen
my life has gone by in a blink
hey, why do the past has to come to mind?
I've let it go
I've also grown out of it
but it's there
it's here
I want to blow it away
it's heavy on my wings
now that i think of it
it's not the past either
do you know what it is?
I've asked the wind
but all it said was he'll still be there when i fly
so I asked the sun
but it hided on a cloud
and my life got shadowed
I want to ask the moon
I know that moon is hiding something from me
it hasn't talk to me in days
