I Can't Fly

Wings made of paper, torn by the rain. Try to rise, but I’m chained to the ground Again. Dreams like embers flicker in the night. Watching birds carve paths through the sky so right. I trace their lines with my trembling hand, A map of where I can't land. I can't fly, Maybe in another life. Where gravity forgets my name, And the wind feels right. No shattered bones, no borrowed scars, Just open skies and no more wars. I can't fly, But I dream in blue, Of a world that lifts me, Not one that pulls through. Maybe in another life. They say reach higher, but the ladder's gone. Left with ashes and a heart too strong. I build my wings from old guitar strings, And sang my fears to frightened things. But the world's got teeth, And it bites deep. And even angels Lose their sleep. I can't fly, Maybe in another life. Where gravity forgets my name, And the wind feels right. No shattered bones, no borrowed scars, Just open skies and no more wars. I can't fly, But I dream in blue, Of a world that lifts me, Not one that pulls through. Maybe in another life. One day, dust will rise from my quiet grave And swirl like storms I never braved. A feather caught in a child's hand, Whispering, "Now you understand." I can't fly, Maybe in another life. Where wings grow silent, soft, And rife. No chains, no fault, no endless fight. Just endless dawn And wings alike. I can't fly, but I dream in blue. Of skies that call And skies that choose. Maybe in another life. Maybe in another life. In another life.