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FLY


She grew up wanting to fly Wanting to get away from this horrible place Travel the world or maybe the sky Win a contest or maybe a race Do Something great Something to be to be remembered by But that wasn’t her fate And she would never fly Grounded as a child She didn’t understand The meaning of being wild Of letting go and becoming grand Instead all she knew was the cold of her heart But then this guy came along And became a part Of her heart and allowed her to be strong She thought it was love at first sight But it was all wrong And soon came the fights His love didn't last long She was back where she started Scared that her one and only lover Had just parted And she would never have another And yet again she wanted to fly With the wind in her hair And nothing in sight but the deep blue sky But life wasn't fair She would never fly She would never be great She would always be sad and cry Because you see that was her fate She wanted a clean slate And so she would try Then it would be late But at last she would fly She left us that afternoon Without a single tear But we would see her soon Without any fears Up in the sky Because yes She had finally learned to fly Looking Back on that day Makes me Mad And I have one thing to Say Shaelee, I know you were sad Even though I know it's too late because you are gone I still have to say, that wasn't your fate You should of lived to see a new dawn You didn't need a new slate and even though you didn't travel the sky you were always great and you indeed learned to Fly Mistakes were made Hearts were broken Games were played Words not spoken But you were still great And you learned to fly R.I.P Shaelee.
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