Sometimes I just wonder,

If  my life is worth living.

When the world around me's

Ice cold and unforgiving.

Sometimes I sit thinking

That there's no point in trying

When the best I can do

Is to give up on flying.

Chained by these black shackles,

The pain keeps weighing me down.

When I reach out my hand,

There's no one around.

But I know and I smile.

Stretching towards the sun's rays,

That hope always follows

At the dawn of a new day.

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