I’ve been told that one day through the black I’ll learn to see
That all those words of wisdom will turn to wings behind me
To have on my back and make me fly when spread
One day I’ll learn to live the lives that the ones I read of led
And so the clock ticks and my feathers grow
To leave my child prints behind when I don’t know
I learn words, I learn ways, I learn to live with myself
I learn to organize my sorrows, my grief in jars on a shelf
I learn to laugh when I fall and enjoy the view in the descend
To fall with eyes wide open in bliss not labels must be the trend
Cause you can fly, if you try to deny the sigh, the passersby may make you dust in twilight but with beliefs from within all those doubts you’ll crucify
Past to my feathers let them handle my history, eyes to the future let them capture the mystery that is a new life no longer a script titled misery, lights on, curtain up to a me you’ll pay admission to see
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