A Will To Rise

Some days I want to run away
Some days I got nothing to say

Some times I hate the clouds
Some times I can't get out

But I can see it from afar
I can smell the scent in a jar

Is it out of reach? Are they just dreams?
Is anything going to be what it seems?

A broken bridge, a fading trail
A washed-out road, a plan to fail


A will to rise, and breathe and try
A pulse that drives, an urge to fly

I can think of something to say
There’s no need to run away

I will find a way to get out
And remember that I love the clouds

I can leave behind the rusty jar
I will travel from here to afar