wings

You tell us to fly,

To soar high in the sky,

But then you chip our wings,

And take away our dreams and things,

You tell us to smile,

But then call us vile,

You call us bleak,

While giving nothing to seek,

You call us shy,

But you scolded us when you heard our cry,

You shut us down,

As if we were nothing but a clown,

Then you ask us why we're so distant,

But treat us as if we are non existent,

But I have always wanted to fly,

To soar high in the sky...