FLOAT
Jumping high into the dark night sky
I see war, I see rain
But it is only tears from the angels above.
Falling I must, from the cries of the children,
I can't stand now, I couldn't stand then
Crashing, I may
But I may wake from the ground and take what is right
Making a right is definitely worth my time and past
I can only hope they understand the reason of what has happened
For they will never hear the reason from which I hold
Braxton Hillis Goodson
Copyright ©2005 Braxton Hillis Goodson
