True Sight

by Barbara   Dec 17, 2005


Soaring in the sky.
Father than the eye can see.
Just soaring around.
Happy to be free.

So close to the ground.
Yet couldn't be farther away.
Wanting to be near friends,
but not having a choice of where to stay.

Looking back in time,
to all the memories we had.
Cherishing all the happy times.
And trying to forget the bad.

Looking into the sky.
As far as I can see.
My eyes wondering around.
Happy to be able to be me.

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