Here I am,broken wings,
Quite thoughts,unspoken
Dreams,yet you still don't
Understand why I cry myself
To sleep,dreaming of a
Better tomorrow that doesn't
Exist in our time.So I sit here
Not knowing what to do
Because no paths are
Unfolding,no dreams are
Coming true.Nones moving
Forward,taking the step we
Need.they're not walking
Forward with they're heads
Held high.So now were
Slowly just drifting away.®
