You don't know of which trees I've made my nest,
Of the cold breeze that has brushed my wings.
You don't know of sunshine's sweet warmth
That embraced my soul as I soared up to the clouds above.
You don't know the canyons over which I've flown,
The fears I've risen above.
You don't know my song
Or the language of my rhyme.
You don't know the strength in my wings,
The determination in my flight.
You don't know me.
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