Broken Wings

Sometimes, when I'm alone,

I look up to the sky.

Like forgotten memories,

I watche the clouds go by.

Everytime I take my chance,

To climbing up so high.

The pain is still so real.

And I just wonder why.

I take a deep breath,

Jumping down the edge.

I try so hard to realize.

Again I lose the match.

Then I find myself,

Smashed on the floor.

Come and take my faith,

I don't need it anymore.

I'm becoming sick and tiered

Of all these senseless things.

One more time I've found out,

It's just too hard to fly with broken wings...