I thought I was smart, I thought I was strong,
but time has proven me to be wrong.
I wonder aimlessly down this road;
carrying the regret of trust that makes a hevey load.
Erased was the laughter that echoed in my soul,
when the consequenses of lies decided to take toll.
I see the world with passive eyes now;
I gave up on trying to figure out how.
Long ago I gave mercy to those who were seeking,
and now the love in my heart is leaking.
I doubtfully gave them a second chance to change,
but there spite only climbed to a higher range.
I sit with my limbs binded down,
and stare at my once soulful wings on the ground.
Ohh how a bad taste can change one's view,
and their direction in life too.
Mysterious I once was not,
and I miss the old me more than a lot.
But there comes a time when we all see,
that miracoulously we aren't what we used to be.
The diffrence is I saw me being erased
in the swiftness of the world's pace.
They took, and took but I never recieved
and along the way I was decieved.
I stepped outside of myself and took a look around,
but sanity, faith, and my soul were never found.
How do you stop the writing on the wall
when you see yourself about to fall?
The space for me here is getting to small,
and I always flew, never the one to crawl.
They grabbed my wings and flew on my back,
plotting and planning the great attack.
They have destroyed everything in my heart;
why didn't I detect it all from the start?
Is it relly possible to regain my wings,
when I have lost all intrest in what tomorrow brings?
Modivation? No, there is no such device,
and if there was, it has it's price.
So I'll let go of my ashes as they blow in the wind,
and pray I find tranquility again.