Gone

As i look behind the stolen crowd
and look at what i have turned down
and what I've lost
and what Ive found
i close my eyes
i turn around
to face my fears
is to lose my faith
60 feet high i lose my pace
i do not fall
yet without my choice
I'm on the ground
without a voice
the people i once knew
look down at me now
and without one moment
and back on the ground
i work my way higher
trying to fly
my arms start to hurt
my eyes start to cry
but i don not stop
no
never
i will never stop
flying
flying
one day i will get back to where i was
and you never know
i might even get higher than i was before
trying to fly
trying
trying
and without even knowing it
the wings of angels lift me up
they lift me up with grace and allow me to smile upon what was once there
I'm happy now
i no longer have to compete