wish to sanctify
rather than burn in my
yet still I try
to reach the sky
until I fly
like rays of light,
with all of my might
I fight and fight
all of my fright
I feel it bite
my wounds turn white
yet still I pry
would not ask why
not from this high
while all the while
through every mile
since I was child
was heard my plight
I flew like kite
to my Father's height
until like rays of light......
His answer falls on me
like rain
