Rusted Wings

please...

please don't leave me too far behind...

you see I've got these rusted wings,

it's kind of hard for me to fly.

you see,

they haven't been used

cuz their use was refused,

my intentions abused,

which left me confused

as to if it was even worth it to fly

but oh my

oh my!

when I close my eyes

i can't imagine a life

that i'm not soaring high...

but sometimes i'm distracted

some times i'm inactive

sometimes i'm too sad

and some times i'm too passive

some times i'm too vain

sometimes i'm insane

I think I'm reaching for heights I could never attain...

so it's a bit more than the rust

i'm sorry, i lied..

i'm also scared to trust

i'm too scared to try

i'm scared of the labor

and terrified of failure;

I keep crying & praying that I do not fail her

-or him-

that brought me in,

with the strong conviction, I'd be better than them.

how do I make em proud;

how do I find my sound;

how do I soar

when I can't even get off the ground?

how do I make a change?

how can I find my way ?!

Be calm child, time is all it takes...

Though others fly above you

as you walk the gravel, rough

crying sorrows won't do nothin'

but keep you in the dust.

your wings are rusted, not broken

your wings are worn, not torn

be not content with walking

It is for flight that you were born

be not afraid of failure

let worries have no weight

every attempt is simply

helping the rust to fall away...