Little Things

Like a charm-bracelet, set aside
Thinking it will shine when all else has died
Though slowly each little beauty falls apart
And all thats left is broken gold
And like ash to a flame,
It is what's left of my heart.

You think that always, it will fly back
A bound  bird, always flying around,
And around, in circles, searching
For something it won't ever see
Tied away in a hurtful lie, safe
And silent, it waits for the sound
Of laughters tame, and tears so lame
That the hours all become minutes
And soon seconds will start
Becoming moments, and then nothing
As the voices lose their fame.

But it seems with so much more strength
The people go, and the footsteps
Closer and yet, make me seem so much further
Away from you. Soon, like an army of sand
Through my fingers, the chance has gone
But still I must walk on, maybe behind
And maybe the last, but still I hold onto my faith
In myself and I hold fast, for I know
There is nothing in pain
When you always know why, and
When you can let go of your tears
And bid your fears goodbye

It will take so long, that it feels
Like all feeling is gone, and yes, you may wish
That in truth, that was all. But if you cannot look
Back and you cannot find
Where you were before, you will always fall
And if you're not sure, that now you
Can look on, without looking down
And seeing the cracks on the abused floor
And the clouds drawn so tight
As if they wish the sun to light up
The world once more
Then all will be in darkness
And light will be nothing to strive for.

And so
Higher and higher
With broken wings I fly
Daring someone to tell me
That I cannot reach the sky.