"It's um," Lynn fidgeted with her coffee uneasily. "It's something else I was working on. For like, the group." She didn't want to admit how much this song meant to her. She bit her lip.
Got to show it to somebody, sometime.
With a sigh, she reached down and pulled the sheets out, holding onto them for a moment before passing them over. She didn't need to read them again, it seemed like the lyrics were burned into her brain. For some reason she just couldn't get them out of her head.
You gave up on your dreams
You gave up on your hope
Done with life you’re unwilling to cope
Maybe I’m not, maybe I’ll fight
Can’t wait to see me by the end of the night
Broken Dreams and a locked cage door
You’re content to just like there on the floor
You gave up; will no longer try
Are you really so willing to die?
Now you’ve got the key in you’re hands
It’s time you started making plans
Take a chance, make a change, make a choice
Take the wheel and plot a new course
The world is broken and you can see it
Are you willing to accept it?
Broken Dreams and a locked cage door
You’re content to just like there on the floor
You gave up; will no longer try
Are you really so willing to die?
This is your chance, your time, your dance
No second chances and no repeats
Time to find your wings and leave your feet
New Hope and a broken cell door
They’ll never be able to hold you any more
You take a chance and you might fall
But is that worse than never trying at all?