Take me away
Conjure me
Teach me to fly
Not a land animal
Not made for the sea
The skies is where I'll be
Wind whipping
Air stale
My position
A bird of prey
Somewhere
A tipped scale
An anomaly
A lonely child
I've been stuck
For so long
On the ground
My soul aches to be free
Give me a broomstick
So I can fly away
Far away from the grasp of fate
I live to fly
Not to fight
Let me live
And let live, alright
02/09/19