I look up, my heart has wings,

Gifted from a writer’s tale.

While of truth, my soul sings.

I come in and dine with kings

And sipping from a goblet frail.

I look up, my heart has wings.

I watch as wizards pull the strings

to set the enemy up to fail.

While of peace, my soul sings.

I hear the thunder as it brings

Rain to drench the flowers frail

I look up, my heart has wings

To a mountain cliff I cling

It’s great height to scale

I look up, my heart has wings

While of beauty, my soul sings