Everyday I fight, a fight inside of me,
Why can’t I become what I’m actually meant to be?Yesterday I found a pair of wings on my back,
Beautiful they were, in golden cages packed.
Light they felt, as though not ever there,
Trying to flutter, to reach till there.
Where they receive the true divine light,
Shine they shine with pleasure bright.
And I enjoy and dance with glee,
Up in the sky, I roam, free.
But this thought often makes me cry,
As I know the cages will never let me fly.
Everyday I fight, a fight inside of me,
Why can’t I become what I’m actually meant to be?
