I want to fly.
Please let me fly.
Please set me free.
I want to see the sky, endless & eternal.
I want to fly into the sunset & see the storms building as they go.
I can breathe when the heavens are open.
The birds have all the luck.
They don't have to stay on the ground.
They can fly into the sunset and across the night sky.
They can go where they please, where the sun is warm & the flowers bloom.
They can sleep in the trees & feel the wind blow.
I want to be a bird.
But that's not true.
I just want to be myself & fly again.
If I could just get a running start, maybe I could remember how. :)