Do you ever wish you could summon tears whenever you needed them? They're there. Right there behind my eyelids... They just refuse to release themselves. I've never been good at crying... Some would say that's a good thing in it's self.... But it's not. Inside of me is a tumult of confusion and my heart feels like it's being twisted, pulled and chained. This must be what a mighty bird of prey must feel when it looks up into the sky and longs so soar, but the leather straps are firmly holding him in the hands of the falconer. Yes, the falconer cares for the bird... He's not starving... He is healthy... But he would gladly give up all the safety in the hands of the falconer just to feel the wind under his wings, and leave the earth far beneath him. Knowing that I'm meant for so much more than this is killing me. My falconer loves me, and I love him, but the sky is calling my name and a simply must answer! I was made to soar... These leather straps were ment for a season; and now the season is over. Oh Father in heaven! Help me! My falconer won't let me go!