On and on through life we crawl
like eagles chained to ground so long;
who now mistake their wings for loads
and barely hear celestial song.
On and on and on and on,
we gag and groan and gasp and gripe;
not realizing the chains are loose,
the price was paid, the time is ripe.
So we cringe and crawl around,
with bloody knees until we die;
forgetting we were bought with blood
and we were given wings to fly.
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