Just When I Felt Like Flying

Fathomless chasm
teach me to fly
start from your rocky edge to
lift into a dark sky
filled with clouds of doubt
a little remorse
and a fear of falling

I feel you standing
behind me
watching me inch
toward the precipice
then trying to turn away
held in place by
your hands on my back;
never pushing
never guiding
but holding me in place
gently
waiting for me to take flight


Scared, I cried
donít make me jump
donít make me walk
into that oily blackness at my feet
but soon the ground was crumbling
and I felt I had
no choice but to try
no choice but to fly
if youíll hold my hand
please hold my hand...

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