Free to Fly


I wrote this for my brother, Kelly, after he was killed.


The face of the sun is just a pale disk
     Gazing wistfully through the haze
My mind reaches out to where you are
     I remember a thousand happier days
          Where did you go when you left me behind?
          Did you get all the joy you hoped to find?

I think of you on these winter mornings
     Picture you walking through the wood
Sometimes I almost can hear your voice calling
     But if I should look, it would do no good
          The voice that called you away, my friend
          Tells me that I have a different end

You were always there for me to talk to
     Even when we argued, I knew you cared
You saw life from a different viewpoint
     You went to places the I wouldn't have dared
          The world's a little bit colder without you
          Every day it seems I think about you

You always stood at the edge of my vision
     Now you're gone, and where, I don't know
Maybe someday we'll again stand together
     But just for now I must let you go

You always said I should live for the present
     Don't think of the future, forget the past
But the bars of this cage once again close around me
     The cage which you always said couldn't last
          Bonds always held you, you didn't know why
          You hated the cage so much more than I
     But now, at last, your captivity's past
          The cage is wide open, the bird's free to fly. . .