soar
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Oh!
How I long to soar
On gilded wings forevermore
But stuck I am upon this ground
My feet crunching, making sound
A child of God, I am
Determined my identity by the Lamb,
One who is lifted high on eagles wings
Enabled to victory because of my King
Lactic acid finds its way through me
and I welcome it.
With each salty drop that falls from my brow
I come closer to heaven;
more spirit than body.
My sternum stretches in all directions,
hearing the words of the class president, "Let us all stand in congratulating the class of two thousand and ---".
The artist who uses blood for paint
The boy who needs to love
Her passion and fury she fears will taint
One like a gentle dove
The sky is the limit they say, yet I havent seen it in days.
Loose paper and pen, sorrounded by men.
Trying to make it through these years, with fears.
Never thought I would end up here, I learned to hear
Freedom is
- to each his own -
to some the wings to fly from home
to soar the sky
in search of the rumored happiness freedom is.
The choice he has
to spread his wings
Dreams
our sincerest
kept secrets
Our heart desires
that burn
like raging
fires.
Things that we
can't or
won't say
aloud
You’ve got that look in your eyes
And I can see you’re off somewhere
Building castles in the air
Hoping one day you can live up there
Hoping one day that you’ll be up there
Falling down, the fiery leaves
plummet to a cold rigid Earth.
How time goes so fast, it soars.
A gust of wind brings them home,
to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
