I was thinking about what it means to Fly Away and I realized that maybe,
 I like being alone more than I know.  That maybe being alone makes me happy.  That I am happier alone.  That my home is fine without anybody in it.  I would like to fly into the sun and become something altogether new.
Something the world has never seen.  Something I can hold my head high about.  I've been drug down so low.
Being free means I would have to remarry or live alone.  I want to live alone until I find the right person.  The tears didn't come this time.  Instead, I just hated him.  Hated him, and wanted to be alone.  Alone where I can hear myself think.  Alone where I can find some decent peace.  I may well be alone for a very long time.
This time, I am going to marry a rich man.  And I'm never going to go hungry again.  He is going to buy me all the comforts of a home that I've so dearly longed for.  He doesn't have to be beautiful.  Just a good man, a man I can love.  I am looking for someone who thinks I am pretty.  Someone with money.  Someone I can have children with.  Someone to pay all the bills.  Because I have had it up to my life with people who can't help me.  I'm going to marry a man who will provide for me...And I'm never going to go hungry again!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////