Seeing it through a winged beast
Soaring in the air
Floating past people
King of the skies
Fear is struck from your fierce eyes
Your the silver dragon
The one who people will never accept
Just because your different
We're the same
Not accepted
Pushed away
I wish you were real then I could soar
Soar over them all
Away from the calls of abuse
Staying out the assault
I wish I could be you
Destroy all your problems
Its the best thing
Silver dragon
The way of the king of the skies
The ruler of soaring
You can deflect the abuse
I wish I could
I think everyone feels like this sometimes, maybe even all of the time...if only we all had our own silver dragon, then we'd be OK.