Fly

Fly Why must I die to grow wings to fly soar like the eagles into the blue It is not the same riding in a plane you can never have that view. Reason Emotions cannot contain with anger shouts explain Words that no one will hear frustrations won't belong when reason calls for calm love ends in flowing tears. Quiet Moderation in tone as a cat hunts alone sneaking without disturb never speaking a word silent as a fawn at risk giving a sleeping baby a kiss whispers soft covering a cough calm is the still of night as a mouse in flight a secret never told as the sleepers dream unfolds...