Freedom

For the one who can’t breathe
under the weight of all the stress
Who can’t fathom a future distanced from all the mess,
You were born to fly above it all
Soon you will use your wings,
have patience little one, before you walk you must crawl
Let your heart beat, let your chest rise
Your feet can't fail you, keep your eyes on the prize
A plane uses its wheels before it soars in the sky
There’s freedom in soaring, but it comes with a price
You have to keep flapping
Even though it may seem nerve-racking
Even though you’re tired and you feel yourself slacking
Flap for your freedom in every season
The dawn will break
Don’t let the sun blind you
Instead let it irradiate the path you will take
You will fly, and you will be free
from everything that was weighing you down
Keep flapping and you will see

This poem is about: 
Our world

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