I never knew that I was able to take flight,
I never understood the sky could be the limit,
That in reality my flight could be limitless.
Freedom beyond anything I knew
Trapped under years of lies piling high.
What was I doing dying all those days past?
Why was I so afraid to spread my wings?
Lingering words form so many lips,
Hurtful things that grounded me for life.
I believed that I was never meant for height,
No, not I.
I was nothing.
I belonged to the dirt,
Barely crawling through the pain.
I never dared look at the sky.
Now there is no looking back.
No one can stop me from soaring without shame.
This is my life to be,
Dance with the wind and leaves.
This is the new me,
The person I was always meant to live.
And that is not the end.
Every Sunset will become a Sunrise
Any last page, a closed book
Gives a chance for new one to be read
Every dark and shadow filled night
Breaks way for a brand new day
Start over after every try
Don’t give up and think it is over
When that one song ends a new one begins
A fresh start around every failure
Something we think will end us
Can send us to something different
Keep fighting, keep it up
When the curtain falls on this play
A fresh recital starts soon after
Keep dancing and singing and playing the part
For as long as we breath
We can and will began again
Looks like an Epic tragedy
With nothing to prove
Because who would see
Who would hear truth
Or so I think so often
What is life’s purpose
And what does that mean
Every definition is different
We are all
So I am in discovery
It will all be new
But it will be me
Done with yesterday
Why wait for tomorrow
I’m here today
So life was a downer
That was it
Or so it seemed
From that past
I push for a future
In the blood
In the aftermath
In the sorrow
Off all that has happened
What is more then me
What has been
What will I be
All the darkness
I sifted through
Does this pain have
Did it make me
Or am I still weak
After it all
All the bloodshed
Has me essence grown
Or fall below
After that massacre
Has there been an after
Changing with the seasons is not all that bad
For we grow
We must to live fully, if just to be alive
Being different is better than remaining, turning stale
One must remember
As a season remains a season, even as it gives way to the next, a season it still is…
So to you must remain yourself and no one else
To be free to be
There is nothing like it to thrive
We see each life drift from another, as the clouds by the winds mighty hand
Take us away from those earlier days
We can never find what once was
Only dance in what is
For to remain in the shadow of the was will leave without an is
So let the weather lead
like the wind
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