Runaway

The skies are ashy gray from where I stand but beyond that I see a faint glimpse of blue skies and rainbows somewhere out there in the horizon. Two birds were flying in the view. I look at them and ask myself, if happy little birds fly towards the rainbow, why cant I?
Those two birds were a prince and a princess, trying to change their fate and destinies but its so hard to be happy when two nations are pulling you away.