Soaring High

The thin skyline Can't encircle my zeal To fly high and around The vast cloud Can't terrify me with Its lightning and sound I have a will to fly And it won't ever die The vast oceans Ready to upturn my boat Bearing tides like demons The menacing waves Pleading me to stop with Perpetual shouts and moans I have decided to fly Beyond the sun and the sky The turbulent wind Drags me away from goal Spoiling my will to soar Its invisible talons Grip me in envy to pull Down to fall on the floor It can't kill my joy As I have a habit of flying high