Upon their wings, but under their wake
Below their sight, yet about their fate

As the moments pass and I see the signs
Away it is carried in shackles and binds

There is little time left and it is known why
Because the wings were not meant to fly

Carried away beyond all that can see
Except with their eyes closed where it's 20/20

I left your wake and you plague my eye lids
Poisoned by memories I wish not to forget
Burry away this high school obsession
For the future is in my possession

No more following the blind and the feeble
I surround myself with the humble and strong.
Passed up and moved on, but you're still there.
Memories are forever, but the future's weather is fair.