Sailing On

Suddenly and slowly, 

drifts across the sky. 

Catches on a breeze, 

sails on mountain high. 

Searches for a trace of 

laughter on your lips. 

Tattered sails, trailing ropes, 

memory, it slips. 

My skins stands at attention, 

waiting for your touch. 

I only want for you to know, 

I miss you, oh so much.

It's True

It's true!

It's true, they say;

I heard it once.

A week, a day;

or was it months?

I know, I learned;

as if by chance.

The myth, the truth;

I learned to dance.

18 - Boy Soldier

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Eighteen is such a funny age, 

you leave your youth, the adult stage. 

For now I can stand up as me, 

I am grown up, let me be. 

But do I want to be set free? 

The scary responsibility? 

The broken opportunity? 

To be alone, to just be me? 

No give me back my feathered nest 

and let me grow, to be my best. 

Just gentle steps, do forward go 

supported by, the love I know.