There is a bird that
soars far above in the heavens,
It flies through the
grayest skies, floating above the storms of life,
It’s eyes are set on a
distant horizon to a place filled with the brightest light,
I follow the flight of
that bird with eyes filled with hope, for pinned to it’s breast are all my
dreams,
Fly high little bird, I
whisper as it becomes barely a speck in the distance,
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