You can clip my wings
But my heart will always soar...

I know I want one thing
But for others I change...

This cubicle in which I sit
And waste away my day...

The oncoming storm
Thrills the darkened skies...

The sand slips through the glass
As my life slips through my fingers...

"If you had the power
To change one thing about me...

You signed away your life
To Uncle Sam and his evil ways...

My mind melts with your satin words
You leave me in a pool of water...

I lay here
On the bathroom floor...

My words spoken through their pen
My heart expressed in rhyme...

Holding his strong hand
Wrapped in his arms...

Lightning flashes, dancing across the blackened...
My heart turning even darker with the incoming...