Wings

Glistening hills and chill mountain air,
Oh, how I hoped and longed to be there.
Trapped in this dirty and dreary black hole.
It tears at my wings and rips at my soul.
In order to fly you have to have wings.
I'm afraid of the lonliness not flying brings.
So break off these chains, my wings give to me.
So I can soar high, so I can be FREE.