Wings of belief

I want to fly, but I feel so small,

I want to fly to share the dream that seems too tall.

Maybe hard work is a medicine to achieve,

That goal to fly away with no stress, no grief.

No tension, I want to fly beyond the skies,

I want to do hard work until it feels like I rise,

To see the world through my eyes, by flying over the skies,

To touch the lines of heaven, to feel alright,

And find my peace, as I soar into the light.