Here I Sit with the Blade of a Knife

Here I sit with the blade of a knife,
Ready at any time to take my life,
Here I stand so full of sorrow,
Not ready to see tomorrow.

On the back of an eagle I want to soar,
So they can't stop me anymore,
On the wings of angels I want to fly free,
Far from those judging me.

At the back of the bus I'll ride,
So I'll never again have to hide,
At the wheel of the car I'll race away,
To be who I couldn't be 'till today.

Before millions I want to sing,
Just to hear their voices ring,
Before the world I want to dance,
Just to prove I had the chance.

But...

Here I sit with the blade of a knife,
Ready at any time to take my life,
Here I stand so full of sorrow,
Not ready to see tomorrow.