Soar

 

Sometimes all the dreams you wish, or all you hope to be
Seem like nothing but desire, a far off fantasy.
A wisp of smoke you long to catch, but slips right through your hands.
A distant shore of dazzling light beyond forever sand.

You long to be at that place, that you have deemed ideal.
But you wonder if that place is even something real.
Reaching, reaching, never there. Always wondering when.
Your fear seems like a chain that's binding from within.

The loneliness envelopes. Your judgement bringing clouds.
The rain seeps down, a dreary sound, no reasons to be proud.
What can you do when you can't? What can you see when you don't?
Where's the light when it seems there's none? What to do when you won't?

You can't do it by yourself again. To be alone once more,
Would mean to fall, to fail, to fear. There's got to be a door,
An escape, a refuge, a safer place. A place to just be you.
Could that land of dreams you long to have be true?

To trust is to be free, to have faith is to be true.
Impossible if on your own, but that's alright with you.
Suddenly you're reaching, for that distant shore.
Only to find, you don't need to anymore.

For as you let go of doubt and wanting all control,
And started living, choosing joy, choosing to be whole,
Someone had crossed the sand, had brought you to the shore
Had taught you to how live, had taught you how to soar.