The time has come for me to be strong.
The time has come for me to move on from this.
I can no longer lift my head and hide my tears.
I can only shield you from all my fears.
Simply put I am no longer your guardian angel.
I am searching for mine.
The bravery I show is never meant to be dull.
I want to hold you tight, but I can barely hold me.
My wings are meant to cherish, as my heart is meant to break.
Yet I always have a smile on my face.
Meanwhile my wings are breaking.
I can no longer help you fly.
Your angel needs their own.
Even an angel wings break sometimes.
I want to write something today.
I want to tell a story that has never been told.
I can feel it deep down, but not in my soul.
A story that no man knows.
The ideas are just floating, but they do not have a place to land.
I keep wanting this dream, but I keep waking up from it.
When will I stop wishing upon a star, and let it happen?
I need this dream, but I am starting to see maybe it does not need me.
Where am I?
Why is the place so familiar, yet it feels so unsafe?
A valley where all my hopes and dreams have come to lay.
The stream of the river lives by my feet.
I try to move, but the shackles of my life keep bringing me back.
I want to push forward, but I always end up getting knock down.
When will I be able to get over the hill that so many seem to already have climb?
Have I reach my destination?
A place that I do not like, but must stay to try?
I want to be something that simply does not seem to be.
I guess it will just be me.
There is a vacancy, and my heart is empty.
The door was wide open, but you would not come inside.
Then it got full, and you were too late before I had to close the door.
Now I cannot accept all the things that you could bring.
My love is not worthy for you, so it is a hole in that place.
That once belong to you.