GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 180

ON THE HORIZON OF HOPE Inside the egg of my mom Dreams I had of freedom My shell I broke to come home The sun I saw on the sky dome Bright radiant and winsome No longer I felt lonesome My wings I spread to roam the sky To test the border of my liberty Dawned on me the painful reality The horizon of faith limits my mobility My freedom is a bigger egg of humility 180