First Flight

Struggling with my role,
I face the play.
No time to rehearse,
This fateful day.
Stepping off this ragged edge,
I’ll spread my wings and fly,
Or I’ll die.

Reaching for the heights,
I find a dream,
And cast my fears aside,
My soul redeem.
Stepping off this ragged edge,
I’ll spread my wings and fly,
Or I’ll die.

Soaring through the clouds,
I reach the night.
Lonely soul rejoice,
In your first flight.
Stepping off this ragged edge,
I’ll spread my wings and fly,
Or I’ll die.

(November 11, 1988)

Lyrics: Wicasta Lovelace
Music: Wicasta Lovelace

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