You're just an angel who wants to go home,
Maybe then you wouldn't feel so alone.
They love you there, they need you there,
No one here will even care.

You're just a bird who needs to fly,
You have an urgency to be in the sky,
Up in the clouds, close to the sun,
Yet it seems like you're the only one.

You're just a record that's no longer played,
Covered in dust, in the dark, you've stayed.
No one will listen, no one wants to hear,
You may as well just disappear.

You're just a tale that's never told,
You're true, you're gold, you're precious, you're old.
You're all the things that someone might need,
But no ones got the time to read.