FLY
She grew up wanting to fly
Wanting to get away from this horrible place
Travel the world or maybe the sky
Win a contest or maybe a race
Do Something great
Something to be to be remembered by
But that wasn’t her fate
And she would never fly
Grounded as a child
She didn’t understand
The meaning of being wild
Of letting go and becoming grand
Instead all she knew was the cold of her heart
But then this guy came along
And became a part
Of her heart and allowed her to be strong
She thought it was love at first sight
But it was all wrong
And soon came the fights
His love didn't last long
She was back where she started
Scared that her one and only lover
Had just parted
And she would never have another
And yet again she wanted to fly
With the wind in her hair
And nothing in sight but the deep blue sky
But life wasn't fair
She would never fly
She would never be great
She would always be sad and cry
Because you see that was her fate
She wanted a clean slate
And so she would try
Then it would be late
But at last she would fly
She left us that afternoon
Without a single tear
But we would see her soon
Without any fears
Up in the sky
Because yes
She had finally learned to fly
Looking Back on that day
Makes me Mad
And I have one thing to Say
Shaelee, I know you were sad
Even though I know it's too late
because you are gone
I still have to say, that wasn't your fate
You should of lived to see a new dawn
You didn't need a new slate
and even though you didn't travel the sky
you were always great
and you indeed learned to Fly
Mistakes were made
Hearts were broken
Games were played
Words not spoken
But you were still great
And you learned to fly
R.I.P Shaelee.
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