What love really is...

An old poem

Flying makes want to cry

Souring low

Me makes me want to know

Are you happy with your self

Are you satisfied with what you got

Secure now that you know

Are you unafraid of the becoming future

Are you unafraid of how life will be

Once we're totally free

Completely and utterly able to fly higher

Then we ever have before

Then we will face our fears

Your heart will wonder

What is love?

Am I able to feel it

Am I able to heal it

Should I take a pill

To make it all right

To make me love you the way I should

The way I want to live

With out you is like a knife through my heart

And a poison that burns my hands

Tell me lover

What you think

Should I fix this or live like this

Feeling like I can't help you

Can't fill in the chart

Can't tell you my secrets my true feelings

Can't understand

Now.. my wings have crumbled

Beneath me, as I fall from the sky