A/N: This was written in a hurry, so it isn't exactly polished, but something is better than nothing, right? The so-called 'protagonist' of this poem has an extremist (-ish) point of view that I don't really agree with, but I love writing those kind of stories, so… yeah.
Aren't you sick of the boundaries?
Aren't you sick of the rules?
Aren't you sick of the cowardly?
Of our primitive tools?
Aren't you sick of what they're doing?
Aren't you sick of how they think they're right?
Even though war is ensuing
Even though many have lost their lives
We don't have to stand them
And their stupid rules
We can make our own anthem
We don't have to stay by the fools
Together, we can fly away,
Fly away into the sky
Together, we can fly away,
Fly away, you and I
We can fly away,
Fly away, light as air
We can fly away,
Fly away, without despair
I know you're sick of it
I am too
So stop denying it
Stop pretending it's beautiful
I know you're sick of it
I am too
So stop denying it
Stop pretending it's beautiful
You say that I'm contradicting myself,
But hey, here's the thing:
Ignorance is bliss
Concentrate on how you felt when we kissed
For our love to prosper, the dying we cannot miss
Together, we can fly away,
Fly away into the sky
Together, we can fly away,
Fly away, you and I
We can fly away,
Fly away, go and hide
We can fly away,
Fly away, choose to ride
The winds where they take us
Don't make any fuss
Because this is just a new beginning
Disguised as a tragic ending
Why wouldn't you want that for us?
END.