Flying

My heart is crying

In persuit of flying

Like a bird

Breaking the shackles of life

Hopes are high

Expectations are wide

My limbs are rusted

My heart is tired

Ah! There seem no ray of hope

No silver lining around the cloud

Let’s pray for the departed soul

Because I have died

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