Fly With Me

Yesterday I stepped outside

and thought of the things I had in life.

Can I ever be the person that I want to be

and can you ever see the person that’s inside of me?

Should you try or should you fail?

Or does it matter anyway?

You wonder why I think God is real.

You wonder why I don’t push you away.

I’m not ashamed, so stop trying to pull me away.

Do you want to live; do you want to fly with me?

Once again, I realized to make it through this live.

I’ve got to get up when I fail,

and with God I will prevail