Spread My Wings
I'm gunna let my voice be heard
I'm gunna fly just like a bird
Open up my wings & not be afraid
No one's gunna hear me if I stay in the shade
But this comes down to one thing
Am I gunna give up?
Am I gunna back down?
Am I ready for this?
Or do I need to go another round
People say I'll never become
What I truly want in life
But let me tell you
I'm gunna succeed
No more put downs
I'm not gunna bleed
Trust me on this
I'll become more than what you expect
Just remember I was once wrecked
I'm healed from the hurt, scarred, but healed
I will never again need a shield
Now I know to stand up for what I love
& that's to sing
& I know that God's watching me from above
Helping me spread my wings
So I can prove you wrong
I know where I belong.
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