There are people who are born
To mend flying wings;
The healing comes easy and tender.
There are people who are born
To curtail your flight;
And their uncaring ways,
rubs hard and rough on you.
Flying and soaring makes up for the times, we find ourselves dragging our mended wings on the ground;
Flying and soaring, up, high in the sky,
Makes us feel we are one with the world.
Let us remember the feeling we love,
Living as creatures who are meant to
Always Soar!
Soaring and Flying
We live up above,
Loving and Living as
We
are meant to
be:
One with The World!
J. Eduardo Ramos ©
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
There are people who are born
To mend flying wings;
The healing comes easy and tender.
There are people who are born
To curtail your flight;
And their uncaring ways,
rubs hard and rough on you.
Flying and soaring makes up for the times, we find ourselves dragging our mended wings on the ground;
Flying and soaring, up, high in the sky,
Makes us feel we are one with the world.
Let us remember the feeling we love,
Living as creatures who are meant to
Always Soar!
Soaring and Flying
We live up above,
Loving and Living as
We
are meant to
be:
One with The World!
J. Eduardo Ramos ©
