fly

theres just too many things to do.....
im not looking back....
So dont take me of track....
im smashing the potions of the rack....
it fell down with a smack....
leaves turning dry,i look up to the sky,i let go a sigh,then started to cry.....
but im not looking back,so dont take me of track.....
though i feel all black,i refuse to crack.....
i shall make myself high,i will try and try.....
till i reach the sky...
soar up there and just fly................