Soaring high, high above the sky,
Imagining a dream that you could fly,
And never again would you cry.
A promenade on land turns into a quest to find happiness,
Searching, but only discovering the dullness,
Arms stretched out to welcome the kindness.
You leave the rocky shores behind, praying the waves
Will wash the sorrow away, and fill the caves
Of your heart; your own hero, who protects and saves.
Violent rays of gentle sunlight present a new way
Of believing today's a different day;
Smiling will make everything okay.
A simple grin will turn the skies from grey to blue,
Not often used, especially by you,
But when you smile, the world smiles too.
Your laugh will kiss your tears goodbye.
Never again will your jovial eyes cry,
As the smile on your face becomes a new way to fly.