the ground.

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give me back my wings
i am going to fly
here from the ground
up to the cerulean sky


i will chase the birds
under the rainbow
and will ask the rain
to wash my sorrows


and when i'm up high
i will glance at the town
i will laugh out loud
it will never let me down

so give me back my wings
i am going to the skyline
and watch it turns golden
throughout my lifetime

i promise i won't go back
i will sleep in the clouds
i'm going with the wind
i will never touch the ground


because when i'm up high
i can forget that i have died
so give me back my wings
and just please help me fly.






















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i wrote this poem when i was so sad and wanted to give up everything that i have. i've learned that if we learn how to let go of all the things that's heavying on us, life wouldn't be too complicated to deal. and this is for people who cut you out when it is your time to shine.

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