Glimmer

Edge of illusion

caught by the light.

Glimmer of freedom

lost with the fight.

Traces of passion,

given with grace.

Some kind of fear,

left on my face.

The look in your eye,

the rage in your stance.

Total evasion,

of every glance.

Walk on the edge,

hold your head high,

and pray if you fall

that you learned how to fly.

Because you can believe

in the power that's yours.

And the heart can be whole

if you open the doors.

The key is still there,

you just have to try.

Spread out your wings

and let yourself fly.