Flying High Poem by 107 tshepzen

You provide the wings,
your love beneth them,
i am high above,
im flying.

Looking down im scared,
your warmth assures,
nothing realy matters,
im flying.

Everything seems so small,
nothing realy matters,
problems i do not have,
im flying.

I realise i could fall,
if you ever leave,
you promise to always be there,
im flying.

Thank you,
simplest words to say,
to you im in debt,
ever gratefull i am.
i am flying.