I grew up, a fatherless child
And over time, I tried to hide
The hurt and pain, deep inside
…yet, it was in those times of sorrow, I'd hear a voice say
"Come what may, raise your head and keep your eyes toward the skies"
Then one day, my guardian Angel and I
Found the way
And we climbed the mountain high
…once on the summit
With tears in eyes, he turned to me and said
"Spread your wings my son, it's time for you to fly"
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I grew up, a fatherless child
And over time, I tried to hide
The hurt and pain, deep inside
…yet, it was in those times of sorrow, I'd hear a voice say
"Come what may, raise your head and keep your eyes toward the skies"
Then one day, my guardian Angel and I
Found the way
And we climbed the mountain high
…once on the summit
With tears in eyes, he turned to me and said
"Spread your wings my son, it's time for you to fly"
