Fly

The years grew long
A memory of a long ago
Running from the shelter
Wet, cold, alone but awake, alive

The wings developed as the boy became a man
Soaring high above the forest, his life, his home
Free to pursue a thought, a dream, a goal
Passion, love all ignite into one

At times the rains came, he longed for another
Watching to see a runner breaking free
Fear of the unknown, fear of comfort

Walking home he heard a distant rush of wind
Soaring to the sky he needed to know
A shape moving down below, heading away
A smile formed that had been years in the making

Carrying her home, home to be alive
A dream, a companion by his side
Standing both upright looking towards the horizon
Life, love, a passion to be reborn