http://www.pbase.com/charales/image/99689056Flying Free, by Kayla MilamThere is a place I call my own,
Where I can stand by the sea,
and dream that I might be free.
Like a seagull above the trees,
gliding gently on the breeze without a care flying free.
Time goes swiftly on its way,
all too soon we have lost the day.
I can't wait for a sky of blue or dream so long that life is through
Like a bird up in the sky life has taught me how to fly.
I now know what I can be,
and I feel like I am on my way to a land where I can play,
flying freely on my way.
There is a place I call my own,
Where I can stand by the sea,
and dream that I might be free.
Like a seagull above the trees,
gliding gently on the breeze without a care flying free.
Time goes swiftly on its way,
all too soon we have lost the day.
I can't wait for a sky of blue or dream so long that life is through
Like a bird up in the sky life has taught me how to fly.
I now know what I can be,
and I feel like I am on my way to a land where I can play,
flying freely on my way.