Oh, only if the skies could burn 
And slough off their old skin 
The wretched and the tired yearn 
For respite from their torment 
 
You've taken a shine for glittering things 
But where does it end 
This greedy grin 
Shouldn't there be more? 
 
The silvery burns of hatred 
Pale and unyielding 
Scraping away at the shell of your being 
Crack-crack-crack 
 
It breaks 
 
Solid forms melt into what was once the stars 
I, myself, only know one. 
 
For the darkest nights 
They pierce your soul 
Now you walk into the light 
But it has taken a toll 
 
I have become something greater 
But some things will never be the same 
The sun was not always that bright shade of blue 
It used to glitter with rain 
 
Different, different 
I will always be 
 
I cannot name it 
That feeling, that taste of light and joy 
 
But I can still try, and I can still fly