I want to fly away someday,
Where troubles cannot go.I want to ride the winter winds
Ahead of the first snow.
Though I was not born with swift wings
With which to sweep the sky,
Yet still my heart leaps up in me
As if it hopes to fly.
It’s not the gravity of earth
That binds us to its soil,
But it’s the way we choose to face
The daily stress and toil.
So rise with me, into the light,
And let us trace the sky.
For there’s no reason we should weep
When we have yet to try!
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