To Sing Is To Fly
Waiting for a chance to make words ring,
For the ideas in my head to start to sing.
When the time is right,
I will own the night.
So I'll sit and wait silently,
For my words to set me free.
The words flow out in a beautitful melody,
Reminding me of all my memories.
Singing takes me to a whole different place,
A place that no one can replace.
Singing has saved me.
Silence is chains, to sing is to fly.
All I need... is my voice.
This poem is about:
Me