Monday, November 9, 2009

"I'm not so sure that home is a place you can still get to by train."

I woke up to hear angels singing
a funeral dirge for me,
While I slept I had been dreaming
that I'd emerge from under all this debris
All my life I've failed and fallen
at my attempts to fly
But every time I try it again
And maybe - soon - I'll kiss the ground goodbye!

I can't deny that when I'm standing
on edge I don't feel brave
But I try - with my heart pounding -
to act like I am unafraid
I can't help but feel a longing
looking at the stars
feeling a sense of belonging
to a place I've not been before.

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