Thursday, March 18, 2010

Way Up High...



I want to grow wings and fly
I want to see eye to eye as birds soar by
and you ask why?

I want to breathe the pure air way up in the sky
I want to swim through seas of white splendor
and imagine myself with wings of an angel

no more fear of heights
no insecurities lurking by
just revel in the freedom way up high

laughing without care as the wind plays with my hair
my destination? nowhere and everywhere!
finally living life without a care

I want to grow wings and fly fly, way up high, way up high!









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