Deep inside my soul,
I tend to feel so cold...

When she looks up at the stars,
She sits and wonders how far...

Alone is how she feels,
The blackness in her heart is so real...

In the dark,
And in the cold...

Up in the sky,
I soon hope to fly...

There\'s an empty space in my heart,
That needs to be filled...

If all the feathers fell off my wings,
Can I still fly...