Another morning comes again;
You rise as soon as the dawn breaks.
You force yourself to carry on,
However much your mind aches.
You drag your way through your day;
Everything's a blur.
And though I've stolen your dreams of flight,
There's still that slight allure.
The thought of freedom,
The tangles of love and pain,
The things you remember to breathe for,
The reasons you remain.
Apologies lay unnoticed,
Disregarded in frenetic haste.
Hidden wings remain concealed,
But an angel forsaking their dreams
For a reason like this one's a waste.
I have one thing to ask of you;
Just please, can you answer me why?
How can you keep your feet on the ground,
When you know you were meant to fly?
Done By: Rachael A. Brenner
