Journal Journal: Break Away
All my life I've wanted to fly
Like the birds that you see way up in the sky
Making circles in the morning sun
Flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
I can't break away.
Like the birds that you see way up in the sky
Making circles in the morning sun
Flying high in the sky 'till the day is done
I can't break away.
Like a child in his fantasy
Punching holes in the walls of reality
All my life I've wanted to fly
But I don't have the wings, and I wonder why
I can't break away