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Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

Being Me


Oh, to be an angel so lovely in the sky
Would be a thrill to never die
To fly with wings with the whitest white
To flutter with radiance and the lightest light
Oh, to be a star so ellegant and bright
Would be a thrill and such a site
To stand out with beauty and grace
To be looked up at with many a face
Oh, to be an ocean so fierce and strong
Would be a rush to roll along
To roar and splash and not get tired
To be sailed on ages and be admired
Oh, to be a flower so precious and low
Would be so flattering to live and grow
To drink from the roots of the world
To be worn in the hair of a sweet little girl
Oh, to be a kiss so warm and wet
Would be such a present for one to get
To land on lips or upon a cheeck
To be the language that true love speaks
Oh, to be a hug so meaningful and warm
Would be a treat to receive in the morn
To feel the strength of sweet embrace
To fill a heart with worth and grace
Oh, to be a smile so delicate and long
Would be refreshing to come on strong
To light up a face with great enlight
To be a symbol of joy and delight
Oh, to be a dance that meant so much
Would be a memory for two to touch
To twirl and wind and tap with feet
To show off even upon the street
Oh, to be a heart in someone’s skin
Would be a pleasure to beat again
To keep someone alive and know your the reason
To give people life in and out of seasons
Oh, to be God's painter just for one day
Would be a treasure to brush away
To paint the skies with pink and purple trim
To make a masterpiece just like him
Oh, to be a rain dropp falling on down
Would be an adventure to make it to ground
To fall upon the heads of dancing lovers
To land on top of hot wrestling brothers
Oh, to be a waterfall so powerful with height
Would be a task to cascade the light
To rush upon rocks and make my mark
To always fall heavy even in the dark
Oh, to be many wonders would fulfill many wishes
Would fill what my premonition misses
All of these are nice things to be
But I'd rather just be me

Submitted: Friday, August 29, 2008
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013

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