Flying High.
Yelling..
Crying..
Fighting..
Day after day i try to stop it.
But now that i'm flying high,
I'm the one who starts it.
You cant help me and never will.
I'll be in a better place..
And that place isn't hell.
Though i'm flying now,
i do not care.
Just try to stop me.
I dare!
Flying high isn't exactly about flying.
Try to figure out what it is.
Copyright © Michaela Dowdy | Year Posted 2009
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