You know I hate standing by, And watching you spread your wings and fly. I still know your wings are broken. Your heart is hurting, Its breaking mine. You just get off the ground, You think you’re flying high. Boy I could tell you something, About your new way to fly. You fall again but keep on trying. The trait in you I admire most. I keep seeing you trying, While I have given up. I mend my broken wings, Watching you tend to your own. Finding a new way to fly.