Take flight, take flight

And when you forget the feel of your wings

Are they even there?

And when you try your hardest to move them again

But it seems like you're forcing on nothing

What else can I do?

When we want to run

We grow legs

When we want to speak

We find our voices

When we need to eat

Only then do teeth seem useful

When we're going to cry

We hate ourselves for feeling

When we can't feel anything

We thought we were stone

What you hate now

You may be thankful for later

Who you want to be now

You may be desperate not to be later

I want to be a girl

Who never runs out of anything to say