I look over at the sunset and imagine me souring through the clouds.
But then the wings break then plop.
They say to keep your head up.
But how can I?
I am like a bird without wings.
There is only one word: Trapped

When I see birds flying in the sky,
I wish I could be like that.
I wish I could spread my wings.,
Fly in the sky, but my dreams are ruined.
Trapped

My hopes are just hopes not reality.
Alot of people say reality is a big cloud that comes and brightens.
But is it true?
Sometimes I feel like I am not enough.
Like why am I here?
Trapped

My heart is breaking.
I am stuck in the cage.
Where is my savior?
Where is the key?
Trapped.