I look at the sky wondering how

the clouds feel against my skin.

I guess it's time to fly

as my soul begs for it deep within.

Flying across the neighborhoods

and above the trees,

feeling peaceful and

finally feeling free.

Finally making my way out

of the endless pain

now seeing what's in front of me

after the hard rain.

How I wonder if it's time to fly,

but it'll forever be in my own mind.

- they say it'll get better, but when?