To sleep upon the eagle's wings,
And dream of flying high.
To soar beyond all mundane things;
Make real the longing sigh.
Up and up and up, we go,
Till from the distant air,
We see the ground spread out below,
Laid out with loving care.
The roads and paths that intersect,
The ones wind around,
Make us stop and introspect,
To where our lives our bound.
How many can we touch down there,
Among the shackled free?
To what delight can we compare
For surely in the sprawled mass
Of those unconnected unaware,
There's one among those we pass,
Who needs someone to care.
Awaking from the pensive night,
A surprise somewhere we'll find;
The world's become suddenly bright -
We are no longer blind!
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