From Great Heights.

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Life often goes in strange directions.

It can curve in odd little ways.

Different motions on different days.

Sometimes life has strange intersections.

Fate comes and slaps you with corrections.


All we can do is just let it be.

Fight it and you will always lose.

New paths emerge and you must choose.

Allow your self to just wait and see.

Most of what we fear is washed to sea.


So let you soul enjoy a great flight.

The world will always try to take hold.

Yet it's firm grasp is always cold.

It can cause no pain if you lose sight.

Watch all eternity from great heights.

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