Painting With Words

If I Had Wings

You know those day dreams,

The ones that constantly return?

From the time of happiness

And the time of mourn?

I remember my wish:

To see the world from above.

And I started to wonder

If, the view, I would love.

I began to dream

Of how I had wings

And the world was small

And I knew of the blessing it brings.

I would be above the pain

And look down on the people who look down on me.

I would fly through the rain

and not let anything stop me.

In my imagination

I have wings.

And nothing is in my way

Of me believing in me.

AGD

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