Don’t let anyone clip your wings,
Swat them away while you sing,
Your wings will carry you to your dreams,
Care for them even when struggling upstream.
Some may slyly snip at your wings,
And it may take a while to realize the clippings,
But be bold and soar like a kite,
All the while saving your wings from the mites.
Many may come at your wings with big bad scissors,
Soar away from the grounders who fester,
Your wings are the weapons that God gave you for this life,
Wings which will save you from haters who cause strife.
Be grateful for your wings which will carry you to joy,
To the creator who made all of us who are his beloved toys.
