I was given no wings to fly,
So I use my feet to run,
I may never touch the sky,
Or feel the warmth of the sun,
Even so, I’ll always try,
Though my body may be done,
My spirit will never die.

I was given no wings to fly,

So I use my feet to run,

I may never touch the sky,

Or feel the warmth of the sun,

Even so, I’ll always try,

Though my body may be done,

My spiritĀ will never die.


  1. fionnalynn said: The poem is very beautiful.
  2. trapped-inside posted this