The color black is happy
The flower is very small
The wing is soft
I am
I fly

Awake

Just so you know, I’ll never be like you
I’ll take what God has made me
I’m not an empty shell
I’m finally awake
I feel alive today
I feel everything, It’s all so clear to me
How many times have I hated who I was
Lost sight of what defines me
‘Cause of airbrushed magazines?

But now I’ve come to cherish who I am
I’m sick and tired of faking a life that wasn’t mine.

-Seventh Day Slumber