If I could forget all of my memories of when I could fly,
It would be easier for me to give up, to no longer will myself to defy.
If you could erase my past, maybe the pain would subside.
It would allow me to rest, the find a place where love could reside.
He took away my wings…
I was nothing to a king.
And I close my eyes…
Hope burns beautifully when it begins to die.
All my smiles are fading into the night.
No one reaches for me as I accept defeat in his fight.