I woke up today, feeling like I could fly
I looked out the window. Blue.
I wanted to touch the sky
I ran out the door, fled into the streets
Everything was alive.
I was alive and breathing
So this is what makes someone want to survive
When there forever grieving.
A flash of lightening, a gust of black air
Suddenly im screaming
And life isnt fair
Where are the suns rays?
Did they go away?
Or are they just hiding?
You dont even care.
