Flying High There are times, when you're forgotten. Selfishly, but I'm feeling good. And then I talk, I talk to Jesus. Trust you more, he thinks, I should. There are dreams, these dreams are rotten. Constantly I think I would... I would fly, leave time behind me. These broken wings don't think I could. Flying high and leaving time behind, I want to be somebody else, I want to be somebody else. Uuu…