I am standing at the edge,
Waves beat against the cliff,
I spread my wings and jump off,
Without a doubt, without an if!
For years have I sat and watched,
Plagued with self doubt,
While others flew around me,
Inside me there raged a bout.
I didn't fly far and wide,
Yet, a lot have I watched and learnt,
Weathered sun, torrents and hurricanes,
Seen others both high and burnt.
I am falling towards the waves,
They leap to swallow me up,
Drown me, storm me, or ravage me,
I will keep trying flying up.
I flap my wings with passion,
There is no more shame or sin,
The air breathes into my lungs,
And feeds the fire within.
"If you don't, gimme a call,
I'll fly with you"
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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