Kite
See I'm a kite, and I would love to soar.
But someone's keeping my string too short.
They say being low to the ground is safer.
And eventually it will lead to a better life and more paper.
But what if I don't want to stay close to the ground.
What if I want to take my chances in the sky with the birds and the telephone wires.
Finally attempting to reach the heights that I aspire.
Damn, I would love to fly.
But someone's still keeping my string too short.
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