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I Wish I Could Fly
When everything threatens my very existence I question my strength and will I go the distance With every new phone call, with every new text I wonder what crisis I’ll learn about next My mother has fallen, my niece has the flu My dog’s had a seizure, my head’s lost a screw My mama is dizzy, concussion is feared Anxiety rushes, a breakdown has neared The job front is shaky, the bills mounting high I so want to give up, I wish I could fly Away then, away where I’ll never be found And then, only then will my feet touch the ground But that isn’t living and that isn’t life And everyone suffers their fair share of strife So onward I go as I center myself And count all my blessings, I still have my health Oh wait, there’s a message, results are now in The latest biopsy from broken out skin A rare skin disorder, a million to one We’re sorry, no cure and now ain’t we got fun I’m walking on eggshells, if walking at all With every step thinking on this one, I’ll fall And yet, something moves me, I’m not going to cry But then, once again, I sure wish I could fly
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