May Fly

Goodbye.. to my home

To the friends I left alone, dreams of my own

Here we go.. not alone

To the land of broken dreams, all eyes on me

I've learned that life is full of goodbyes I had to chase my home, learn to let go

Spent all my time gone just to get high but love gave me life.. May Fly

Sixteen writing poetry learned good people die and bad people dream

I was living on the street it was all up to me there was something bigger growing inside of me

I learned patience and gratitude rich people win and poor lose

Everybody got something that they're trying to do lived my whole life looking for someone to approve