The View From Above
Weak are the wings that do not fly,
For they know not the strength of the wind.
But how heavy the heart that will not try,
How stubborn the will that won’t bend.
Afraid of what I cannot see,
Wondering if I even know how.
So much to do, someone to be
The time to act is now.
The one who leaps with faith inside
Will feel the force that lifts.
No longer a soul seeking to hide,
But one who seeks life’s gifts.
There are things we cannot view
From the cold hard ground below;
Only in doing something new
Are we given the room to grow.
It may seem impossible to begin,
But what else are wings for?
Than to use the power within
To spread our wings and soar.
Weak are the wings that do not fly,
For they know not the strength of the wind.
But how heavy the heart that will not try,
How stubborn the will that won’t bend.
Afraid of what I cannot see,
Wondering if I even know how.
So much to do, someone to be
The time to act is now.
The one who leaps with faith inside
Will feel the force that lifts.
No longer a soul seeking to hide,
But one who seeks life’s gifts.
There are things we cannot view
From the cold hard ground below;
Only in doing something new
Are we given the room to grow.
It may seem impossible to begin,
But what else are wings for?
Than to use the power within
To spread our wings and soar.