Whatever will be will be.-

Sometimes i feel like i'm a bird with broken wings. At times i dread my now and envy where i've been. But that's when quiet wisdom takes control, at least i've got a story no one's told. I finally learned to say, whatever will be will be. I've learned to take, the good the bad and breathe. 'Cause although we like to know whatt life's got planned. No one knows if shooting stars will land. These days it feels naive to put your faith in hope. To imitate a child, fall backwards on the snow. Cause that's when fears will usually lead you blind. But now I try to under-analyse.
Is the rope I walk wearing thin?
Is the life I love caving in?
Is the weight on your mind, a heavy black bird caged inside?
Whatever will be will be, I learned to take, the good the bad and breathe. Cause although we like to know what life's got planned, thing like that are never in your hands. No one knows if shooting stars will land.