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Oh! How I long to soar On gilded wings forevermore But stuck I am upon this ground My feet crunching, making sound  
A child of God, I am Determined my identity by the Lamb, One who is lifted high on eagles wings Enabled to victory because of my King
Soaring ever higher these birds dance among the clouds
Lactic acid finds its way through me and I welcome it. With each salty drop that falls from my brow I come closer to heaven; more spirit than body. My sternum stretches in all directions, 
Betrayl seems something of the sort
hearing the words of the class president, "Let us all stand in congratulating the class of two thousand and ---".
The artist who uses blood for paint The boy who needs to love Her passion and fury she fears will taint One like a gentle dove
    Be happy for peoples reached goals and achievements.
The sky is the limit they say, yet I havent seen it in days. Loose paper and pen, sorrounded by men. Trying to make it through these years, with fears. Never thought I would end up here, I learned to hear
Freedom is - to each his own - to some the wings to fly from home to soar the sky in search of the rumored happiness freedom is.   The choice he has to spread his wings
Dreams our sincerest kept secrets Our heart desires that burn like raging fires. Things that we can't or won't say aloud
You’ve got that look in your eyes And I can see you’re off somewhere Building castles in the air Hoping one day you can live up there Hoping one day that you’ll be up there
Falling down, the fiery leaves plummet to a cold rigid Earth. How time goes so fast, it soars. A gust of wind brings them home, to become a mountain for kids soon to appear.
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