faith
Location
Dreams are not what they used to be
Beauty and happiness are things I use to see
Like a bird I would soar through the sky
All the way up to Heaven I would fly
Darkness and fear cover up the light
Now I am like a bird that cannot take flight
Tied down in the ground with no room to spare
Like a mouse in a trap grasping for air
Shaking and shivering I stare up at the stars
Telling myself that god is not far
I look up to heaven saying my nightly word
Like a baby I lie still hoping he has heard
In the morning I wake up and get out of bed
Look to the sky then bow down my head