Free to fly
by cricketjeff on September 5, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I stood upon a storm tossed beach
Beneath a black and angry sky
And yet I felt you were in reach
I dreamed that I was free to fly
The sun broke through in shafts of gold
A gift to any artist’s eye
It filled my mind with gems to hold
I dreamed that I was free to fly
Another storm or perfect day
Would surely greet your morning sigh
And since you are so far away
I dreamed that I was free to fly
I stood upon a storm tossed beach
I dreamed that I was free to fly
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