Mixed Color My Spirit

Colors blended in such a way that it almost looks gray With blinding efforts that will not call for dismay My wings that are up on my back in array Is strength and belief that does not obey Flight takes me up in the air and that to me is O.K. Because of who I am I believe in life that does not stray From path that is made to feel like clay Energy from my own soul keeps my heart from decay Life I have is almost built like Paper Mache Layers of history, sadness that overlay Calling out to all my colors that can convey My words for life is not my own each and everyday It is words that are taught to me and my way So I fly to fly my own two wings, which are my feet I say Throughout the sky I battle the dragons every day The brightness of scale brighter than my color that may I hold my hand out to grasp the blade of Fey This weapon I choose lay beyond the color bay The dragon is my enemy within that lay My spirit can see the dragon within I can slay