I want to be able to spread my wings out;
soaring above all fear, worry, and doubt.
I want a chance to try to fly,
I want to be able to touch the sky.

But I know my wings can still be clipped;
the tender feathers so easily ripped.
And I might not be able to fly at all;
they could give out and I would fall.

I think success is worth the risk taken;
but then again, I could well be mistaken.
Should I expose my wings in their full grace,
or should they be kept in a hard metal case

Linda Morrow