04-23-2013, 09:12 AM
the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin
one single tear, that invisible pin
the myriad of cars so far below
their faceless drivers i'll never know
the irony is they'll learn of me
and perhaps my fall from this wretched tree
a balloon soars past having escaped from a boy
it's free at last, beaming with joy
i watch it vanish into the clouds above
returning to my darkness, my burden, my love
the road i walked has brought me here
damaged and broken, everything i fear
was i made this way or is it to blame,
there's no way to know and i'm tired of this game
pushing myself off i start to cry,
i close my eyes and pretend to fly
one single tear, that invisible pin
the myriad of cars so far below
their faceless drivers i'll never know
the irony is they'll learn of me
and perhaps my fall from this wretched tree
a balloon soars past having escaped from a boy
it's free at last, beaming with joy
i watch it vanish into the clouds above
returning to my darkness, my burden, my love
the road i walked has brought me here
damaged and broken, everything i fear
was i made this way or is it to blame,
there's no way to know and i'm tired of this game
pushing myself off i start to cry,
i close my eyes and pretend to fly