Learning to Fly "Hold your head high even if you're fakin" was the road my life had taken   Many years of feeling cold feeling enslaved like I'd been sold Throughout those years of playing house I began to feel like a little meek mouse   Living amidst all of life's finery A bit like owning your own winery Every indulgence money can buy What's it worth if it's all a lie?   One day I met this beautiful face Who seemed so secure in his own space He talked of things I used to know It took me places I used to go   He taught me things I should have known Because of him I feel I've grown As if he knew me all along He knew I needed to be strong   He shared with me things close to his heart The most beautiful music, his personal art   His smile, his strength among these things Has helped me to regain my wings I want him to continue teaching toward those things I will be reaching   His time, his voice, his presence I need I hope he doesn't consider it greed My thoughts of him will never cease I'm now finding my inner peace   I truly know this can't be wrong I'm flying to places where I belong                                         clroy 1996  

 

 

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