As rough as the conditions may be, I still spread my wings and fly, for this place is like a war zone where you find no peace, hearts of the weak are the one's that cry "Why?!", I tend to question their well being and sigh, I guess the hope these days is lost, they'd rather mess up the next generation, cut so deep with *******, focused on who has to pay the cost, well, I know one thing, the LORD is the boss, he heals my wings so I can raise up and fly, I wish for no more situations where I'm hopeless in this world, so as I fly I reply "GOODBYE!"