My Heaven
I seek to be elevated to the top
Poverty and pain I reject to the last
Looking above , my time of sorrow is up
To get to peak, I pray it happens fast
Tears and broken heart should be in the past
My dream is to spread my two wings so high
Which will make men to see me in the sky
Then joy will come , for I`m in Utopia
And lack nothing as I`m ready to fly
Truly I suffer not from myopia.
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