Fly

Wishing on the many stars in the sky, thinking of all the reasons I have cried.

Not knowing where I'm going,
not knowing where to start.
It feels like I'm running,
off into the dark.

With every obstacle I pass,
I keep on wondering.
How long will this pain last,
why am I suffering?

Not a moment to spare,
as I run for the door.
No one cares,
about what I'm looking to explore.

I keep on questioning how I can die, because in my heart I wanna lift my wings and fly.