I see the lightning crash against the midnight sky.
As I hop on my broom.
FLY! FLY! FLY!
Cast out, with the human's eyes.
I'm nothing but a mistake. Some say I should die.
As I cry, relentlessly and whole heartedly,
I can't help but think for the life of me:
WHY? WHY? WHY?
Cruelty, inhumane, whispering behind one's back.
Causes broken hearts, broken spirits... worst of all but to some it's a relief... suicide.
When You see someone snickering, and you join in to do the same,
Your doing nothing but feeding the flame.
You give the fire a reason to burn.
But yet, taking away someone's willingness to learn.
