Given the chance to fly again, I turned and walked away.
Offered this chance again and again but had I no good reason to stay.
Keep my head down alone and afraid yes this was the safest way.
Nowhere to miss and no love to lose surely these were my finest days.
Finally one day I look up to see. a friend from long before
Back when I flew and had lots of fun but this I could do no more.
I longed to be there with them
But flight I can no more
Stuck down on the ground my life has become a bore.
Some pulled my wings others tore me down
Now everwhere I look for help there seems noone around.
Now I pluck them my self
For pain seems to only way
Hurt; Alone; Afraid