This City Is a Cage

Why should I think I can fly?

This city is a cage.

And I have heard the hopeful prophesy and hit the iron way up high,

Then fall to the ground.

And like a shooting star,

Our brightest light is in the part so close to burning up,

Like stars that break for what they love too hard,

But love is a pain we choose.

And maybe love is worth the fight...