Sky is the limit
To see the Sky.
That's my prize.
To bring myself to life.
Get rid of the Strife.
Because all my life I've worked to strive.
My Brother's lies,
how I seemed to despised.
My parents Pride,
is what kept me alive.
Just so many times,
I wish to shine.
Until I Arrive
Up in the skies
I will try to reach my prize.
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