He Lifts Me Up a Plea
Falling into the rise
You pick me up
Lift me high so I might see
What is below and behind
Something I must leave...
Softly cradle my dreams
What is true and what is not
Your breath of life
The wind on my face
Lift me high so I might see
Something I have to be...
Turning the tides
As the shadow falls over the moon
Up to the heavens, whisk me, take me soon
You lift me high so I might see
Falling into the rise
Something, Anything, set me free!
Falling into the rise
You pick me up
Lift me high so I might see
What is below and behind
Wait! Set me down! I’m not ready to leave!
Copyright © Molly Cooper | Year Posted 2011
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