In Due Time The Rest Will Fade

Why do I wish for something that is not there?
I wish for wings when i know nothing of the air

I continue to wish when there is no well
My hope and faith have fell

They are being held prisoner in a cold dark cell
And day after day they continue to dwell

It is I who must set them free
But tis not quite that easy you see

I must make a trade
And little by little the rest in due time will fade.