Born to Fly, Sky Closed

I'm a rare painting with no wall to hang on. I shine like

gold, but no one puts me where I belong. In the right

light, where they should see. But the world stays blind,

never looking at me. Every star fades when it burns alone.

And I'm a fire with no spark to hold. The sky is

closed. It won't let me fly. Got my wings cut off,

but I was born to fly. If I'm so amazing, why can't they

see? Maybe love never looks at me like I look at you.