We're Not Orphans

artificial

prosthetic hands are sympathetic

but i'll put and end to this

i can't keep fighting, do i have to keep fighting

stop breathing

it's not the same

because i was just a kid

it does not do well to dwell on dreams

acceptance takes you further than you ever thought you'd go

when you chase the ghosts of things that could have been

like a father who was never there at all

i was a boy

now i'm a plane

but i can't keep this holding pattern anymore