Tag: flying

I was awakened in the night

By roars of monstrous sounds

Pounding over my pillow

Crashing through my skies

Rendered thoughts…no…no…no

It cannot be time

I heard boots marching

Choppers thundering

Screams of innocence

It is too late to run

But somehow I knew

It wasn’t to late to fly

I covered my head

I said a prayer

I tried to make believe

it was only a dream

But I knew it was the final nightmare

So I believed that I could fly

As I had  practiced many times

In my dreams throughout my life

My memories gave me faith

Faith became light

Light became hope

Hope became courage

Courage became wings

That lifted me up above

All the cries of Humanity

And all that refused to fly

All death that was smitten

By those who came

To kill steal and destroy

One will be taken

And one will be left…

Published from iblogstr8sicit.WordPress.com
[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]