I Have a Dream
I have a dream.
To fly where the birds roam.
Be able to touch the clouds.
Ride the sunset to tomorrow.
To fly where the birds roam.
Where I can stretch my wings.
Ride the sunset to tomorrow.
My journey begins.
Where I can stretch my wings.
Escape from what’s keeping me here.
My journey is not done.
Wings made of wax.
Escape from what's keeping me here.
Failure is not an option.
My wings are becoming real.
Wax being formed into wings.
In many failures there is success.
Failure did not stop me.
I can now touch the clouds.
And ride the sunset to tomorrow.
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