They will try to make you like them,
imprisoned by their earth-bound ways.
Do not surrender to their smallness,
for your wings are growing, day by day.
You will rise on the winds of freedom,
as the sky calls you to its embrace.
Kiss the sun and sail blue oceans above,
such dizzying heights are yours to claim.
Fly high and free, for your nature is to soar,
Wild hearts were never meant to be caged.
John Mark Green // Wild Heart soaring