Take your time
Walk the line
Between the past
and ties that bind
you to the ground
you must escape
to find the flight
you must make haste
Oh winged bird
Seen on high
What do you see
from the sky?
The earth and sea
Lay far below
And far away
you do go
Where the eyries touch the sky
And earthborn cares cannot fly
Free to ponder the short days
The span allotted for our ways
Perhaps not long, but long enough
To do what’s right and what is just
To help with honest, loving hands
good will to all who love their friends
My Gifted Life 