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Day by day the world goes by,
I think as I hang my feet over the ledge as the water meets the green leaves,
What if I could be something I'm not,
Someone with talen,
someone full of art and laughter,
someone i could be but i am held back by my own gestures,


As the sunsets I ponder more over this inticing subject,
would people notice me if I'm not me,
would i become like the rivers freely
flowing down the narrow stream soon to be awakened by the tumbling waves,
In a way i feel as if this is describing me.
Alone and free like the wind,
but then i realize the water isn't alone,
for it is never alone,
The fish roam freely in the streams as the wind carries it.
Then I to come to realize,
I walk in my own footsteps as the angels help me,
I feel the sand beneath my feet and it is like Jesus guiding me,
I feel the wind in my hair as though God is telling me where to turn,
The brush of angels wings against my cheek telling me they'll always be there,
Amd my mother always leading me where to turn even if she is not always there,
It's then that I also realize I'm never alone,
someone is always leading my way down the narrow stream of water that God build me upon,
Like the wind that carried the stream full of fish