Flying Free

There is a place I call my own 

Where I can stand by the sea 

And look beyond the things I’ve known,

And dream that I might be free. 

 Like a bird above the trees 

Gliding gently on the breeze. 

I wish that all my life I’d be 

Without a care and flying free. 

But life is not a distant sky 

Without a cloud, without rain. 

And I can never hope that I 

Can travel on without pain. 

 Time goes swiftly on its way, 

All too soon we’ve lost today. 

I cannot wait for skies of blue 

Or dream so long that life is through.

 

So life’s a song that I must sing, 

A gift of love I must share. 

And when I see the joy it brings, 

Life’s spirit soars through the air. 

 Like that bird up in the sky, 

Life has taught me how to fly. 

For now I know what I can be, 

And now my heart is flying free.

  - Jenna Lynn