My Wings Take Flight
My wings take flight
I wish to take flight, to get away, I stand upon the mountain top, looking over the edge, the sounds of the ocean hitting the rocks, I back up as to ready myself for flight, I run forward with my arms straight out at my side.
I feel free as my feet leave the ground, I’m finally free flying high above the ground, the ocean as my guide. I see the bald eagle flying above my head, no care in the world, no mask on my face, just the wind blowing in my hair, oh how everyone linings to be here, oh how healing and soulful does flying free feel.
I guide above seeing the world below, my soul is free, no fears here, only the birds, butterflies as my guides..
The Sky is my home, I no longer long for the world we live in now, as I glide around free and calm, with the sounds of the ocean as my song..
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