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Flying High

I’m flying high Don’t even try To break my wings Or make me cry I’m soaring free Don’t try to aim Your bullet words Don’t inflict pain I dive in clouds You cannot find My hiding place For you are blind. My wings are sails The wind’s my friend You don’t believe Nor comprehend That I was born To own the sky YOU live on earth You CRAWL on by My thoughts take flight I stretch my dreams Can’t bring me down With evil schemes I’m FREE!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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