Learning How To Fly
Cradle my heart in the wings of angels
As a youth I felt I could soar so high
That maybe if I truly worked hard
I could find a way to dance with the stars
And make music with Mars
But at 32 my wings haven't sprouted
And I remain rooted to the ground
Looking at the sky wistfully
Dreaming of sleeping on clouds
With nary a concern in my heart
Oh if only genuine belief was enough
If I closed my eyes counting sheep
I can feel wings sprout from my shoulders
Ripping through my shirt
Wings like beautiful ivory
And in the sea of dreams
I lunged into the air
Beating my wings desperately
I finally took to the sky
Catching currents
And learning how to fly
And when I wake up in the middle of the night
With moonlight kissing my skin
For the first time I smile
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