Flying In Freedom

My definition of freedom.....n of course, I love flying.... <3

Feeling the wind on my face,

Soaring up the welkin high.

No matter what it takes,

To change the extent of the sky.

This is what I call freedom.

This is why I want to fly.

 

Choosing the path so far unchosen,

Paving new ways as I try.

Helping emplace the hearts broken,

Convincing people who deny.

This is what I call freedom.

This is why I want to fly.

 

Gliding into a world unknown,

The ownership of that world take I.

Making friends with the one who’s lone,

Bringing smile to the ones who cry.

This is what I call freedom.

This is why I want to fly.