It's bright up here
I feel I may burn my wings
Maybe I should turn back.
One little push
One wrong step
And I'll be floating aimlessly
Alone with all the things I regret.
We all have to stop sometimes
Stop and take a breath
But we work so hard without taking
Time to reflect
Always a competition
Always having to be the best
Talking ourselves up
Like primates pounding our chests
It's bright up here
I feel I may burn my wings
Lord and Lady, I need your help
Please help me save me from myself.
By Cloud the Pagan Rapper