• It's influential in the scariest of ways
    In this empty room I spend most of my days
    Wondering and dreaming of wanting to fly
    To spread my wings in the bright blue sky
    My feathers create a trail in my hazy memory
    For anyone who wants to follow this path with me
    If I could just wish for one single thing
    It'd be to soar in the sky with a happy song to sing
    But here I am, awake and looking around
    No wings to fly, only feet that touch the ground.
    I sit and wonder, "Was this really meant to be?"
    Let's wait till the future, and then we'll really see.