What Will Be
What will be is what will be...
Always flying high above the trees..
Better then lying on a bed of deceit..
Never really landing but I still can see..
What will be is what will be...
A sinking feeling from the dreamer in me...
Too many doors that never had a key...
I'm breathing in desires from a window in me.....
And that's how life is seen through me....
Because what will be is what will be....
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
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