Karen May Songs, Art & Poetry
Beyond Me

Beyond Me

There is the flower
That I long to touch,
The beautiful sky
That I love so much.

There is the freedom,
That used to be mine.
There is the answer,
Just taking it's time.

Here are the thorns,
And the dark, and the pain.
Here I reach out,
But they hold me again.

Here are the wings.
That will fly and be free.
Here I see all I am,
Just beyond me.

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