One of my favourite poems as I wrote this for a friend of mine, whose teenage daughter was living with mental and physical health issues. My friend spoke to me of her hope or wish that her daughter be able to spread her wings. I would like to think that she had that opportunity by knowing how she was loved and the gratitude others felt for having her in their lives. My friend’s daughter committed suicide a year later. She is now an angel.
I’d love to fly up high, way above the crowd
I’d love to spread my wings and make my parents proud
I’d love to lift my feet from the burdens of this earth
I’d love to have the chance to reach my unbound worth.
I’ve been flapping my arms beside me for ever so long
Seeking a place to take off and to the world belong
I’ve been running around in circles stretching way out far
Seeking a means to fly out so I can be a shiny star.
The birds have their wings from the time that they are born
Butterflies get their wings as they break from cocoons torn
Airplanes have their wings welded on so they can even glide
And angels have their special wings to watch and be our guide.
So why am I still grounded; what is holding me in this place
When do I grow my wings so I can race and chase
I promise to use them as only God can ordain
Just think of the possibilities and the goals I may attain
I can feel the wind beneath me as my wings are set in place
I am growing and reaching outward with a new found grace
I don’t know for sure what’s out there as I spread my wings out wide
I just know that I am filled with joy as my world’s been beautified.
I thank the people who believe in me for they enable me to fly
I thank those who love me when there is no answer to the why
I thank the Lord above who has now granted me my wings
No matter where I am right now, I have arisen and my voice now sings.