Fly. 17 Y.O naive

I remind myself that I'm almost legal
So I looked up into the sky and drew an eagle-
and I can only dream what it's like to see such evil
the battles we bust ourselves for-
Just for; justice and equal,
Although my actions may be illegal
I promise you I'm not bit evil.

Still holding onto strife
as I continue to listen to the lyricless life-
taking pictures of my next 10 years of life
I stop and take a breath-
Look around and theres no one left
solving these equations into quotations
and I start to pick up pieces
while everyone starts to leave us.

I- thought.

I see light,
I see dark.
I can feel my wings stretching out from it's long winter sleep.
I can feel my feet lifting into the air
and I can feel the breeze divining over my cheeks.
I feel warmth over my shoulders
and I feel cold on the tip of my toes.
The light only shines on me,
well, that's what I thought.
I thought it was clouds
that was holding me up,
but it was my toes,
just on the tip of its toes.
I thought I already passed the mountains
when I'm still on the same damn hill.
I thought I was the one shinning,
when it was the Sun.
I thought my wings were out,
but those were only my arms.

God.

God promised me
He promised
He promised
I spoke to god
I spoke to god,
last night, every night
But he only listens,
he only listens
Even though he never responds
I know he's listening
I know he's listening.