The Price Is High
With some things in life, the price is high
For speaking truth, let me tell you…
But, I will keep paying the price to fly
With my voice since the day that I flew
Away from it all and away from you all
Goodbyes falling like feathers from up high
Still you return, as I write and make my call
Across tall mountains, rising up to the sky
There comes a time when the air is still
I watch from the treetops like the owl is wise
You will be faced with all your acts of free will
When you will no longer have a disguise
Heidi Sands
7/27/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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