Sometimes I want to fly high above beyond the blue skies.

I want to see beyond the naked eye.

I want it all. I want the wealth beyond the limits.

But I am crippled by the fear of the fall.

It pains me more than the desire to soar. How will I pick up the pieces of my dreams.

What will I tell my brocken spirit.

How will I mend my broken soul.

Will I trust myself to will again.

Will I let myself down again.

I...