the elements of poetry

Loyalty

When I fly it used to be high in sky

Not to save the team members who didn’t always try

When I used to fly it was to impress them not to get by

And as the people claim to be my friends

That the magic of friendship will never end

It brings to a whole new level a level that wasn’t supposed to be leveled

As the element of loyalty I was said to be the most loyal that I was the light in darkness

And in truth I’m not if I had gotten my shot I would’ve escaped in the dark

My dream to fly in the sky next to, Sorin, he’s an okay guy

When I used to fly the feeling meant something

Not like now when it’s only to save something

Clear the sky’s and save the world

Oh if only they knew how much I have sat on my laurels waiting for my shot

Was it my fault that she was taken in the dirt?

Was it my fault she had to buck all the trees?

Was it my fault she couldn’t make the fillies sleep

Is my loyalty lying broken at my feet?

The loyalty passes if I’ve already broken in it and in the way

I live I’m only waiting

Waiting to spread my wings and let my sprit soar then my loyalty can be left at the door.