Fly Away

I asked God to help me fly away from the things that remind me that I'm on the ground,
Just to take flight and walk on the sky where only the eagles can come around.
I would go to the highest mountain top, jump off and let my angels take charge,
Fly over the things that keep me bound up and the problems that come in a barrage.
Now I'm not saying that I let my feathers get ruffled so easy,
But in times like this I know I'm supposed to spread my wings when it gets breezy.
I'm tired of being pulled down and then drug through all of the muck and mire,
That's why I had to cut loose and become one of those frequent flyers.
This is life is not all I know especially since God is trying to give me a better one,
To know why that caged bird sings I guess I've become a veteran.
Because it became a mirror and it was singing get out of the cage before I die,
And it inspired me to knock loose these walls and aim for the sky.
See I was told that I was bred for greatness; I was bred for success,
That I would stand atop of the olive branch and stick out my chest,
Me being who I am supposed to be would be the thing that makes me the best,
And not letting distractions clip my wings or to settle for the less.
I tried loving a woman, I tried making more money, I tried buying more clothes,
I tried so many different things that I thought would help me free my soul.
But I suppose that none of those things would make happy so I learned t fly away,
To that secret place where it's just me under God's wing forever and a day.

By Greg Taylor