Sometimes I feel like I'm a bird with broken wings. At times I dread my now and envy where I've been. Cos that's when quiet wisdom takes control. At least I've got a story no-one's told. I finally learned to say. Whatever will be will be. I've learned to take. The good the bad and breathe. Cos although we like to know what life's got planned. No-one knows if shooting stars will land. These days it feels naïve to put your faith in hope. To imitate a child falling backwards on the snow. Cos that's when fears will usually lead you blind. and now I try to under-analyse. I finally learned to say. Whatever will be will be. I've learned to take. The good the bad and breathe. Cos although we like to know what life's got planned. No-one knows if shooting stars will land. Is the road I walk wearing thin?. Is the life I love caving in?. Is the weight of your mind. A heavy black bird caged inside?. Say whatever will be. Take the good the bad just breathe?. Repeat chorus. by _vinnii