I close my eyes
And try to feel
To see the one who really believes
That I can fly, that I can fly
That I can reach the heights to touch the sky
I search for truths,
And find dead ends
Lies never want me to see what's real
But I choose to fly, I choose to fly
Even if hurt is the coveted prize
My dreams in despair, so fragile
Bleeding hope of dawn at midnight
Vivid as sunset, too beautiful to be true
I wish to fly, I wish to fly
I want to be the one who soars the skies.
Caged in cloaks of the ordinary
Dreams crushed under forced normalcy
Still, I reach out to touch the sky
'Cause I want to fly, I want to fly
Even if the sky lies out too far
Fear creeps, and hopes are shredded
But dreams live on with new faith
And I will overcome all
And stand proud and tall
Then stretch my wings and fall
And I shall fly, I shall fly
And finally be able to touch the skies
In my paradise...
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A Piece Of My Heart: Poetry and More
PoetryFalling in love is a process. So is falling out of it. This collection of mine has been written slowly over the years. It contains not only poems, but little tidbits, snippets from my diary, musings, and philosophies of what love is and of how love...
