My Dreams soar
so high so far
My Thoughts roar
like unhranessed lightning streak
from the middle of the ocean
to the top of the mounts
they stay not just whizz across
I know not where they taketh me
I pray, I cry
Coz I fear I'll stumble
and soaring again nay possible;
I see others
going this way and that
and most seem doomed to me
but standing put aint solving it for me
So I move on
wherever the gust paves along
prodding pensively at each turn
hoping and crying and praying
coz I aint forlorn
not just yet.
