No fly zone

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.

Kept 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 to fly I can no more

Kept down on the ground my life has become a bore.

Some pulled my wings and some tore me down

Now I look for help but there seems noone around.

Now I pluck them my self
For pain seems to only way

Hurt; Alone; Afraid