My Wish
The sky above, the grass below
I see a dove and want to know
Just how it feels to swoop and soar
To rise and reel, I need more
Than staying here without a choice
It is my worst fear that they won't hear my voice
They'll ignore my pain and smile and laugh
All I have to gain is a meaningless epitaph
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