Someday
after i've flown away
They'll all point at
the sky and tell stories
about that strange little
girl who claimed she had wings.
They won't remember when
i left or why. They won't
Remember the color of my
hair or the shape of my eyes
or anything but a name and the
sound of wings.

And wherever i am i'll smile
when they speak of me, still
Not understanding the secrets
i carry on my back.

10/20/2002

Posted on 10/20/2007
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