Friday, June 8, 2012

OutSider

Not a care in the world,
just flyin' high.
My heart just twirled,
never again will I cry.

Soaring on wings,
kissing all troubles goodbye.
Everything in the air sings,
no longer will I just "try".

Love. Hope. Peace. Joy
Have sewn me within.
I'm alive & well, no longer just a toy,
everything is "once was" not "has been".

I have a set plan.
I have a set dream.
Like how I love this rugged land;
neither would be given to me just to scheme.

One day down the road,
I will make my mark.
With my gift that has been bestowed,
it all starts with a tiny spark.

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