I want to fly, I want to fly and feel the crisp air running it's fingers through my hair, I want it to surround me like a blanket, Chilling my skin and lifting my wings, I want to fly and be free. I want to sing, I want my voice to float and soar through the air and stab through someone's heart, Shaking someone's thoughts to near destruction, A Siren, Pulling them ever closer and closer, Till all you hear is my song, A hum, A tune I want to sing. I need to run Run, Run and never look back. I want to run through a field of warm memories, Each one tickling my skin and warming my heart. I want to run and be free I want control of where I run and who I run to. I want to run and face no walls. I want to fly, I want to sing, I want to run.
Marie Lamontagne