Crash
Just a little boy learning to fly
You awaken in the morn
The training wheels are gone
To the fields! There is earth to be tilled
In your heart joyful notes of abandon are stilled
That voice in your head ever receding
Now to Mama you always must listen
Look sweet child, look to the clouds,
Over which you soar
When you crash think it more a hard landing
It hurts to be brave when all around birds are dropping
This fear you harbour, like a pearl in the depths of true desire
Love will set your soul on fire; It will burn
It seems so easy when you're on the outside looking in
Loving and cherishing; Having and holding
An eternity of which you have been denied
Searching, wanting, needing to possess the manual
Fly little boy, fly
The wings of love will catch you WHEN you fall.
Copyright © Didi Oguejiofor | Year Posted 2011
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