Back to the start of life.
I wish I could go and be with my friends.
Clouds float over my head,
And all I want is my home.
Maybe if I try too hard to please others,
I might feel the need to leave.
Somehow I think that I will have to wait.
This world is still beautiful, even though they bring it down.
I'm falling over the edge, but the creatures wont see me until its too late.
Try as I might to believe,
At the end of the day the door is still locked.
And I have yet to find the key.