The Landing
If I fall will you catch me
See the wall that surrounds me
Like that caged bird I long to sing
With a wide net I spread my wings
Flying high above the clouds
Looking down but spreading out
I see the things I long to touch
I feel the wind I journey much
But then I think I long to rest
I lay my head upon his chest
With patients I sit upon this place
I see that joy within his face
I found the home I needed much
I journeyed long but lost the rush
Those walls are slowly coming down
That bird that flew is on the ground
By Philessa Jenkins
Copyright 4/2/2013
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