Fly |
| by Angela K. Dyson |
So high above the world I'm flying,
the only breeze is an angel sighing
The warm glow of the sun shines down on me,
as I drift ever closer to my destiny
Floating through these beams so bright,
I push myself to reach new heights
I don't know when, but someday soon,
I'll be there dancing on the stars, on the moon
On the ground I hear them cry
to get back on earth, and out of the sky
I'm not meant to touch the stars,
They're just too bright, and much too far
And just when I stop flying, start falling
I hear the voice of an angel calling
I listen well to her sweet sound,
saying, Fly on, and don't ever look down
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