If angels never learned to fly... and sorrow never stung with pain.... then where would you find me? In the ocean at the bottom of the sea? Or maybe clutching thoughts that I never thought were so dear to me? I sing my song with out a voice and with a smile, but does that mean you see me? I guard thee when you sleep... I hover above all and protect you before you fall... I'm broken but still glowing... I shall learn to fly, so I can kiss the moon some day.
