Morning mist caresses the trees,
His song is drifting through the breeze;
On this cold and colorless day,
I wish I hadn't lost my way.
His melody seems sweeter now,
He is hidden amongst the boughs.
I sit alone, the world is grey,
I wish I hadn't lost my way.
His song fills my heart with regret,
I can make his tune a duet;
Our song would free me of dismay,
I wish I hadn't lost my way.
I wish that he was here with me,
We'd sit silently in our tree...
But it's my fault, I flew away,
I wish I hadn't lost my way.
I decide that I will begin
Trying to sing my song to him;
The notes pour out with no delay:
"I wish I hadn't lost my way."
He hears my song, and calls for me,
He searches for me tirelessly.
This time I know that I won't stray,
His song will help me find my way.
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Fly Away
PoetryA collection of poems about letting go of someone once loved, of allowing them to spread their wings and fly on their own. Dedicated to the one who I must let go of my love for, the one who I know will never be mine; to the one who will now take fl...
