You want to fly, you want to soar. You spread out your wings and I blow the air. Up! Up! Up you go, a smile on you lips and joy upon your brow.
I dream a dream, I wish a wish. I try out my wings but you slap them down. You tore my nest apart. "Not ready are you." "It's a waste of time." "That's worthless." "It's stupit." "What's entered your mind?" How can I fly with those heavy burndens? Why should I care? Why should I try? What hope is left in my breaking heart?
"You can do it," they cry. "You can make it, just try." My friends say to me and you wonder why. They help me build back my nest They help heal my heart broken in two, though it is you I long for to heal it like new. But till you come, I'll wait. I'll go on dreaming my dreams and helping you out but for how long, only my Lord, my God, knows the answer to that.
For one day it will be my turn to fly in the sky. But Will you be about? Blowing the air and helping me out? I want you to be there laughing about. I want you to share im my dreams not tear them apart. But I fear you will not be there shouting with joy. I fear on that day only my friends will be near. Up! Up! Up I'll fly, a smile upon my lips and joy in my heart. But I know it will not be what it could have been, because you were not there to help me sing my sweet song.
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