Through The Galaxy

Running through the galaxy, My wings stretch out behind. With fear comes out a dreadful scream, Is this secret really mine to find? I ponder on it with diligence, To make the answers more secure. The lights sparkle with suspense, Making my case less unsure. So I soar high out through the sky, Glancing consistently left and right. With elegance I swiftly do fly, As to not be late to this fight. I see the conclusion of my battle, The answers fill up inside my mind. Does coming clean mean you tattle, When it is a supposed friend you find. I know that telling the truth is higher ground, So therefore I graciously give forth what I found.