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

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

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

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

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

In the dark,
And in the cold...

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