Wings On My Back

March 4, 1998

I run past the playground
Where the children still play
I run to the forest
Hoping to get away

I run to the mountains
Bursting up to the sky
And I pray to God
These wings on my back will help me to fly

I run off the cliff
My breath not making a sound
And I fly, as I fall down
Down to the ocean, where I slowly drown

With a smile on my face
I wake from this dream
A smile on my face
Which nobody's seen

Now I carry a secret
Holding it in my heart
A secret dream I'll never tell
Until death do us part

You'll think that I'm rigid
Frozen to contact
But would you say the same
If you saw what I see

Wings on my back


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