I've never asked for anything,
But now is the time.
I want you to fix,
These broken wings of mine.
The sooner the better,
The later the worse.
Being stuck here on earth,
To me is a curse.
I want to go back,
Back up above.
Cause all that's here is hate,
And not enough love.
When I'm up there flying,
I'm happy and free.
But down here I have to,
Hide the real me.
I don't understand,
Why I can't be myself.
So what if I'm different,
I have my good health.
All that should matter,
Is whats inside.
So hurry and fix my wings,
So I don't have to hide.
