How could my mouth come forth with such words
These millions of phrases we’ve all of us heard
As if we could capture the sun within syllables
But I guess one man’s anchor is another’s dirigible
Flight is subjective when blood plays a part
The flapping of wings can sound just like a heart
And the air raising altitude requires some motion
To accomplish the churning of a well winded ocean
So batten your hatches and raise up your sails
And decide here and now what it means to prevail
Adept navigation to cut through the tide
Or willingly, wanting to be swept o’er the side
Love has a meaning to any and all
To some it’s like rising, to some it’s a fall
But with wings or with bruises we still forge ahead
For a life without love, we just were not bred
