I want to live in the lighter days.
I won’t stay lost in my minds dark caves.
The world will see my fire, recognize my glow.
This life will not enslave me to a lonely grave,
Or leave me a broken shell
I will walk with spirit and compassion will be my name.
I want to be great, fierce and fiery.
Flying over the raging seas at night
Then, spiraling through the puffed clouds by day
I would boldly sit next to her battling the great storms
And in the end I would close my eyes
And die again with the late, Amelia Earhart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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