Who said that they were not meant to fly?
It’s an old rumor from the alpha kind
Manipulators twisted their purpose and turned them blind
Believing in superficial, self-sustaining lies
Somewhere they are waiting for nobody
Yet their tears flood making a river
Some hope that they will sail to freedom
Some just hope to become the tale of self-preservation
Like the rainbow you become real
With no real intentions your unveil
The magical stories from your past
Forgotten only to be remembered at last.