Soaring High
June 13th, 2010
I dreamt I would fly so high
Reach the zenith of the sky
But could never touch the peak
It was a little beyond what I seek.
The more I began to stand tall
The harder seemed my every fall…
Broken n bruised more each time
Making my dreams seem a crime.
Clipped they were ,my wings of trust
To fly high ,heal well , they must….
Broken as they were ,my winged dreams
Re-surges stronger or so it seems….
Isn’t it hope that takes you along
Making you sing every life’s song ???
Dare I try to fly again so high
Make my dreams touch the sky ?
