The Words

A tune not put to words,
For any sorry soul,
For feeble words cannot express what lies inside me
A joy,
A story yet untold.
Feeling, warming, breaking, breaching,
Love, joy, warmth, before me beseeching.
I need only grasp forth,
I dare not wait,
Lest it be too late,
I capture my fate
And soar
I live for so much more
You'd hardly believe that this much is true,
But if it were not
I'd never speak with you,
I'd never have known
What it is to have flown,
Fly,
Flying