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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
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