broken wings
somedays i want to fly
i want to soar high
to be free, to escape
to end this misery
but i stay
i stay in this hole
this hole of tragedy
the tragedy that binds me
the tragedy traps my wings
it controls my soul
~
if i could
i would fly
i would stop the suffering
stop all the hate
stop all the horror
but i stay
i stay with the snakes
with the dogs
with the bulls
with the aches and the pain
~
i wish to be free
i need to be free
free from the venom
and the bites, and the wounds
wounds from the words
from the hands
from the thoughts
from myself
but i stay
