broken angel

so small yet still so proud
at night before he dreams he looks into the clouds
a high flyer's what i want to be seems they wont let me,
says im too small, i don't feel small at all
break my dreams that's what they'll do
well i'm going to run away and learn to fly like you
i'm going to go so high and swoop so low
you can't bring me down
going to be so proud

little angel you've go to learn to fly
get up and earn your wings tonight
little angel just look in my eyes
get up and earn your wings tonight

push and shove then climb aboard
this is the shuttle train to the top of the world
when you look around what do you see?
these are all high flyers
but none of this high flyers look me
what is that supposed to mean?
what am i supposed to be?

i pull my way up through this crowd
to find your body crushed on the ground
it's so obvious, why couldn't you see
that you can't go high flying
without a pair of high-flyer wings

little one's broken lying on the ground
trying to get 'till his last breath out
wings are strewn everywhere,
there's blood all around
cause even angels die, but that light just fades
it's so sad, but he'd be so proud