caged birds

we've had our minds fly in ways that they've all died. like birds flying through space as thoughts escape our imagination creates a world that takes us away from this place. so take a second and relax and ask yourself if what you're doing is right. that the lives you talk too are the ones you saved. from which we fall from this place. kneel down before your god in space, and wonder if its really what it takes give your life so others can fly. sometimes the weakest people are the strongest, in minded shining through the eyes of others. like glances from the sun shining through the eyes of people. as tears fall from there eyes, and drips off their cheeks that lands on the ground, watering this earth back to life. helping flowers bloom through the hard times. in suffering from wars, and painful desperation's of emotional battles burn. the thing is we all think about it, when we are all lost and gone we cut our own wings down. taking several steps away from our mind we refuse to fly. a caged butterfly dreaming of a life that was better for itself. with leaves of green wanting to start something new. but its so sad to understand. that all we have is ourselves and the world we live in reminds us of how much hate lingers into our veins. that the tears we cry arent from joy but from pain. so i kneel down and pray and i make way for this world to change. but i have sinned against myself 'cause i havnt lifted a finger, and all the words i speak are disappeared into time and fade away. like "hey he wasnt even alive long enough to stay. the air was only used to keep his body running from the pain. what does he know about change?" i know that it exists and that it doesnt take one mind to insist the this world could revolve around a beautiful bliss. so whoever it is, mr or miss superman if you could come down and give us a lift. ill give you a flower. and say congratulations we've had enough time to stop the wars. all tulips are cut and buried because no more lives will be dead tonight. and no more worries will fly through the minds. so the earth can celebrate as we water our hearts back to life, as the branches reach out and spread through our veins, will make away from this pain. to help our minds think. and relax. to stop holding onto so much going on around. and breathe in the finest air that helps you think. sometimes this earth isnt for the taking, sometimes this earth is also for the giving. all angels give us children, and i give them something that this earth misses. i may not lift a finger but i give them a gift. i say "RUN WITH IT! and be free, your a bird with wings to discover a world that god gave you. live in your mind and invite anyone you want into your paradise, leave corrupt people behind. be free, before your caged by the wrong hand. and remember my name as im buried 6 feet under sand. you will see me as im passed, but i am the ghost that watches over you. understand that i am who i am.