in my mind i know what i want
my hands reach out but my fingers wont
i always think maybe if i reached little, i could
but if my heart knew different then maybe i would
i say i'll do it and maybe i should
maybe i should just try
but im afraid its not worth the cry
so i tell my myself it's right
when im free im a bird i fly
i dont worry about my reach
i should be happy
i could be happy
i would be if it didn't happen that way
but maybe one day i'll love again
