i am my enemy and my friend
through sad times and vicious things
i know that i will have to grow wings
to make me soar above all this
and to discretely blow a kiss
to all those below me who want to be
miserable and grumpy eternally.
i cannot help them for now i must fly
into the storms or else in the sky
i cant look back, i wont ill fly free
because i know now, i beleive in me.
