How can I ever mend the tear?
Years living around the trigger of a hair —
They took my peace, it’s just not fair —
I did my best to try not to care —
To take their advice and “just grow a pair” —
They always wondered why I had a thousand yard stare —
How can I “just forget” what you’ve damaged beyond repair?
All that you people are to me is a dreadful snare —
I’ve been trying to fly, to take to the air —
To do anything I can to break free of your lair —
But what can I do with this deadweight of despair?
There’s so much to do, so much to share —
But you’ve taught me to sit here and be scared —
To not even try, to not even dare —
But what I have, is incredibly rare —
Like a Phoenix, I will rise with a flare —
I will leave the den, and break free from mother Bear —