Well can you break my fall, everything seems to be falling. Can I fall to my death, maybe you can give me wings so I can dodge this.
So take this pain and use it, so can you break my fall. Maybe you can give me wings so I can fly high.
Just high enough to not feel my existence anymore.
So can you give me wings, so I can fly high.
Feeling like this everyday, hurts me deep. Deep enough to feel the pain, the pain underneath my skin.
So can you give me wings, so I can fly high.
Just high enough to not feel my existence anymore.
February 3rd,2009
Max D. Hornbogen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem