Flying Wingless

He was a young boy
Dazed and confused, boy
But now he's a standing on the roof, boy
Wind blowing behind his hair, boy
This is the life, the life, boy

He's whispering a prayer to himself
He a made a decision for him, nobody else
His mothers at work, a slave for some money
He's proud of his mother
Even if all the others think it's funny

Grew up all alone writing a damn poem
There's no one to play with
Nobody ever home
His "friends" taught him lessons
Now he's stuck with these confessions

He never asked for a life so cold
But he acted politely and did what he was told
Nobody ever liked him, nobody gave a damn
He has no role models, his father wasn't a real man

He learned from looking out the window
"Friends" were stealing cash, begging him to follow
Begging's not the right word
The truth of screams is what I heard

He's looking out to the distance
Wishing he had a chance to miss it
There's not a road built for where he wants to go
So he's making up another street
One that's not too slow

He was a young boy
Stressed and beat up, boy
But now he's a standing on the roof, boy
Ready to jump and fly, boy
He has no wings, he has no wings, boy