Fly

They clipped my wings and tied me down,
And now you ask me to fly.
They plagued me and diseased me,
And now you ask me to survive.
You soothe my pain and balm my wounds,
You want to make me reliant.
You pretend to love me,
But I see the sweet lies.
You can be someone else’s God,
I don’t need one.
You can be someone else’s redeemer,
I can survive on my own.
Let me go, let me try,
I know my end but let me try.
But let me die trying,
I don’t want to be like the rest.
I don’t want to live dying.