Pulling them along behind me through life
But sore are my hands and tired my feet
I won't know peace until I set my hopes free
One by one I release my dreams into the sky
I take a breath and watch them float up high
My heart is light and I smile despite my fears
Perhaps my dreams became baggage though the years
I turn to the right and head down the street
Not knowing what I'll find or what I'll meet
My hands are open and my mind is clear
The future is possible and joy is near
(written 07.02.09)
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