Sometimes I really wish that I could fly
In order to forget all pain and sorrow...
To leave the Earth... To see and feel the sky...
Without the fear of tears and of tomorrow.
Is pain a part of life? Part of your growth?
Why do I dread? Or fight? Why do I struggle?
Is there a win one gets without a loss?
Or is my hope as useless as a bubble?
I wish I could fly
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