When dreams are kites floating in the sky
You grab the line and run to fly
As long as you try to catch the wind
And love yourself from deep within
Dreamers dream
Lovers sigh
Artists paint a picture of high
Singers sing
Players play
The world turns on everyday
We hardly know the questions
The answers are far away
We come so close
Enough to get burned
So much learned
So much learned
Catch the pieces of luck
As they fall away from the sky
As you grab the line of
Life’s kite…to fly
Published by Jule Carey
I grew up in New Jersey, living my whole life in the suburbs, 10 miles from New York City. When I was young, I found myself putting my thoughts into written words without even realizing it was poetry and verse. When a guitar was placed my hands, my songwriting began to unfold. I feel that personal expression through the written word has been and will always be a saving grace for me. I enjoy expressing my thoughts and emotions and I look to nature and to other artists' work for enlightenment.
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