Why can't I learn to fly?
Why can't I ever soar?
I always try,
But I always ask, "What am I trying for?"
The question that has never left my heart, my mind my soul;
What is missing to to make my puzzle whole?
Why am I not the one to set the spirit free?
Is a Forgotten One all I'll ever be?
Why am I the one who has no special ability?
Why can't I see,
Why can't I try,
On my invisible wings to fly?
All say I have a way to soar,
But I look and see only the bars, ceiling and the floor,
Of this cage called life.
Am I the only one unable to look,
Inside my book,
And see what I am truly?
Am I the only one unable to accept praise, no matter how duly?
How am I the only one who can't see past her rind,
They say I can, but I feel blind.
I cannot see,
Why they think I'm free,
From the pressure of the world.
So here I've been hurled,
So blind, that I can't see,
My so-called peace and harmony.