Fly

Sometimes I just want to fly,

To run, jump, and play.

But sometimes I want to climb,

Climb this mountain of pain.

Sometimes I want to fly,

Fly on these broken wings.

But I can't, for I shall die,

So I just sing.

I sing about flying.

Of love, pain, and dying.

I sing for those who can't,

Those walking, who look like ants.

But in the end,

I'm the one loving.

I'm the one in pain.

I'm the one dying.

Yet I am also the one flying.

The one singing.

The one crying.

The one bell left ringing,

In this world of pain.