Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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

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