Come Fly With Me

Come Fly With Me

Your soul like a bird

Is stretching its wings

Yet trapped and confused

By mortal things

Wishing to climb

To places above

With someone to hold you

And someone to love

You’re a wonderful person

And should not be denied

The chance to open your heart

And see what you hide

All the hate in this world

Has taken its toll

But your mind is your own

And it’s yours to control

So pick yourself up

And dust yourself off

And lighten your load

By burying your cross

For your old self is dead

If you want it to be

And if you learn how to walk

You can come fly with me

© 1/7/1990, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry