To Fly
September 8, 2014
I have a simple dream
To fly high in the sky
How ironic to me, it seems
As I am deathly afraid of heights
Still, I cannot help but wonder
How it feels to be any bird
Flying under one's own power
But free, that's the only word
Soaring through the fresh, clean air
With only half a care in the world
Nothing feels better, I'll swear
If you don't try, you can't be too sure
Forever, it will remain my dream
To fly so high in the sky
How ironic it is this dream
It's still great, not knowing why
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