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Wishing for Wimgs


Man was given a mind to imagine

Man was given hands to create

They were given resources to fufill ther ambitions

But, man is repress from the simplest form of serenity

For they do not have wings

 

It is beleived that only

Wings are meant for angels, who hearts are pure and true

Wings are meant for birds, who our father blessed with the gift

Wings are meant for airplanes and helicopters, that man creates

But, wings aren't meant for man

 

It has been like this since the begining of time

When the world was young and everything was new

When the first man was created

This is the law, the being, and the way of the world

 

But, I do not beleive so

It may be foolish

However, I wish it was not true

I wish i could feel the zephyr of the wind as I defy gravity

I wish to look upon the horizon as the sun brings a new day

I wish to leave this insipid way of  life as I flap my wings toward a new begining

I wish to be free

I wish I had wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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