I was looking for wings to fly

I was looking for wings to fly.
other people stood in my way
I was looking for size to try
I was hoping day after day.

I could not find wings for myself.
Size and color did not fit me.
I take off with them only half.
Even below a growing tree.

Аngel's wings didn't suit me .
They were sweet, they were very white.
Вut with them I did not feel free
This opportunity does't excite.

Once I even tried on a tail
Like a peacock’s. But they broke it.
It was green one with blue and pearl.
Quite amazing, I have to admit.

And I got to the Atlantic beach.
Where l found them. But they were of stone.
And too heavy, for my dream to reach.
And the outcome was foregone .


Maybe someone else will agree.
Someone will dress in simple clothes.
But to live like that, I can't be.
Give me Lord a little of hopes.

Send me luck, my Lord, only once.
I promise!  I will not cry.
Let me soar in the sky at last.
And I will be probably fly ...

Olga Che.