Kite To Inspire

It flew away, 

Just like my dreams that faded,

With every stroke of time,

I found aims departing far away,

Seemed like I had left behind,

All alone with voids,

Voids resorting to pain and rejections along,

But like a kite flying high even if tide strong,

I believe I will find a way to drift through the lows of life,

And fly with hopeful smiles,

I know it will take time and hurdles to fly high,

But that won't me sit on my hands and cry every time,

As I am a kite myself, 

And I have to fly high.

The destiny and life might play a major role in this drive, 

Yet the movement is dependent of wind and the strength of mine,

Believing in God,

And attempting for my big goals,

I guess will definitely set me up and very high,

So to fly high up in the sky,

I need to buckle it up without a single cry.

As I am a kite myself, 

And I have to fly high.