Flying High
I’m flying high
Don’t even try
To break my wings
Or make me cry
I’m soaring free
Don’t try to aim
Your bullet words
Don’t inflict pain
I dive in clouds
You cannot find
My hiding place
For you are blind.
My wings are sails
The wind’s my friend
You don’t believe
Nor comprehend
That I was born
To own the sky
YOU live on earth
You CRAWL on by
My thoughts take flight
I stretch my dreams
Can’t bring me down
With evil schemes
I’m FREE!
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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