To Fly (rewrite)


I, I am going to fly.

A bird I am not, 
but that’s why it would be 
a grand thing to see.

I, I am going to fly.

Higher and higher 
taller than all the tree’s, 
aw what a sight that would be.

I, I am going to fly.

For you see my arms and legs 
don’t move like they use to. 

So why not, 
should I not choose the best wish I knew, 
but to roam in the dark blue sky
where I am free to fly?

© By Amanda D Shelton

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