"Above"

"Above"


someday you'll grow up..

and i will see you fly..

and when you fly above me..

then you will see the colors of my wings...

my wings are made of old newspaper

with lots of old stories and jokes

you may wonder how I got here

but that's the only thing I hold

old songs and unsung melodies

of friendships and their memories

lost love and unknown harmony

who power up my wings of gold

but your wings are far greater than mine

so fly high my little kite

extend your strings up to the sky

and don't look back when you wave your...



goodbye..


protect yourself...


mabuhay!!!