Fly
I have always wanted to fly.
Way up into the sunny blue sky.
I would watch the birds go by,
and imagine flying that high.
All I have is what I spy.
I can only dream of a day in the sky.
Just watching, I can only sigh,
with a hope and a dream as the birds fly by.
But I will not cry,
I will continue to try,
To have my moment in the sky.
I have always and always will, want to fly.
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