Fly Up High
This struggle I face, is a struggle I embrace
Without it’s grace I have no place
To one day fly and touch the sky
With all the Pilots who provide a ride
It is bold, but its my goal
For without it i’ve lost my soul
To fly one day and touch the sky
It is necessary to have some dimes
But dimes don’t come without some time
Invested in works, with the mind
For the mind is key, to climbing the tree
Which has my dream, at its peak
With a bachelors degree, they will see
that I am worthy of flying free.
The struggle I face, is not the place
Nor the time, to finish the race.
My mind is strong, I know I can’t be wrong.
But, the dime and all its kind
have not been kind, in my time.
To make the dimes, you need the mind
to complete the rhyme of our time.
It is something we are told,
as we grow from young to old.
But they never say, how much debt there is to pay
to fly away, up up high to touch the sky.