7.11.10

reduce, reuse, recycle.

who are you to say
that i have to stay
here

who am i to go
i didn't know


i grew these wings but i fell to the sea
i tried to swim but sank to the deep
the feathers are heavy and i am not strong
they pulled me back out and said i was wrong


who are you to stay
that i have to stay
here

who am i to go
i didn't know



(working on lyrics;
rewriting, rewriting, rewriting.
learning to lower my standards for rough drafts.)

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