A time alone, a voice unheard,
A place in mind flies like a bird.
As I stare into the sky,
How I wish that I could fly.
Everywhere I seem to turn
all my hope just seems to burn.
Running in circles, so goes my life.
Hoping and praying to end it tonight.
As I sulk and feel my hurt,
into my ears, there comes a sweet chirp.
My heart it beats to passions' thump
as I find it's just a slump.
I can fly just like that bird.
I have the strength. My voice is heard.
As I rejoice in exhaltation,
the darkness clears from revalation.
So you see, when you are down,
the strength will come to turn around.

David Caren