What Goes Up...

When something is aloud to rise.

The height of it can be a suprise.

Some will make it to the very top.

Others will faulter and will drop.

I have learned that angels fly.

With mighty wings across the sky.

But have you ever heard one fall?

One who happend to lose it all?

The laws of nature tell us now:

That what goes up, must come down.

And sadly that's what happend to me.

I lost my wings that would carry me free.

"The sky's the limit," is what they say.

But no matter I'll try every day.

I'll succeed that limit, flying ever more,

I wont be on ground like I was before.

I'll look to that sky with a wishful eye.

Someday, I promise you, I will fly.