Fly

I have been holding onto these hundreds of dreams, That needs to be fulfilled. With thousands of agonies heaped up into a pile. And countless fights with the monsters in my mind Yet, I still want to fly a little high. Maybe, if it's not today, Tomorrow will be fine. In the middle of the night, When nothing else is by my side. I look up to the sky , the lonesome moon Still shining bright. At the end of my despair, Everything feels all Right! No darkness, no season is eternal There's no creature that is immortal. The morning will come again. When I can let my wings sprout To fly again, this time, a little high.