I Thought I Could Fly

Chorus: I don’t know where I’m at I’m standing at the back And I’m tired of waiting Waiting here in line Hoping that I’ll find What I been chasing Verse 1: They raised the price of dreams Reality’s hard to digest Behold the world is freezing cold For the wicked righteous Let it rain, let it rain (Need something else here) But embrace the pain though The way I see it Gotta go to storms to get to rainbows Not just the inner-cities Cuz none of this is pretty And Justice isn’t fair It’s got us all scared For those, who like me needed Got on the knees and pleaded So desperate Prayed back to back To both black and white JesusI Martyrs die in pain While sinner’s lie in vain Faith creates them bothj How do we all maintain? > If showing love is weakness We’ve got it misconstrued If we can’t see our sameness Then don’t we all lose? Some people live in silence Others speak their minds Some people never even try for fear of what they’ll find Flying’s learning how to fall and never hit the ground Even if we disagree The pain we feel is still profound Chorus I shot for the sky I’m stuck on the ground So why do I try? I know I’m going to fall down I thought I could fly So why did I drown I never know why It’s coming down, down Verse 2: I see it all around me The pain in my surroundings My soul is tired See I’ve walked a thousand miles and counting Trayvon, truly It’s my duty Know you’re somewhere listening To tell the truth inside this booth And by my own admission When it first happen My reaction was pure fear I grew up with Rodney King And still remember them years Can I be honest with you for a second, if I may? If George was with us in this room? I’m guessing what he might say “Trayvon I’m sorry. I was scared and made a grave mistake The guilt I feel inside my heart, it haunts me when I wake It haunts me in my dreams. I wake up to your screams Forced into silence by the guidance of a legal team.” See, coming together is now Keeping together is then Working together is what need In order for us to win Love and compassion are necessities Not opulence Otherwise he died in vain And shame is just a consequence Copyright Shear Genius Productions/The Writer’s Room 412