When I was a little
girl
I believed we all
had wings
I would dream of
flying
High upon the wind.
Our wings were
invisible
And very small in
size
But as we grew into
ourselves
They would appear
when we reached the skies.
But somewhere along
the way
My wings became dark
and singed
From all the times I
touched the flames
Of some self-made
hell I was in.
There seemed to be
no hope
No dream to pull me
out
I felt so very alone
No chance for
turn-about.
I never intended
Or even meant to
Be the one
To disappoint You.
So when the heavens
opened
And You spoke my
name
You welcomed me
anyway
And I went, without
fear or shame.
Now in Your arms
I feel all the love
That when I was
little
I always dreamed of.
