I am free

While i fumble my words 

my eyes dart to the ground,

but I feel the touch of your soft warm hands

pushing my head towards the sky.

Your booming dialect

guides me through the deep dark corners.

My lungs would collapse from the suffocating crowds,

but you lift me above, 

helping me breathe crisp air.

Your sharp mind drives my fingertips,

pushing my limits,

without your love and power,

I am nothing,

but with your wings,

I am free.

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