I am carrying flowers
I can see the sky
Even with no powers
I still want to fly
I truly know
What makes these flowers pretty
For you I will show
They are not from any city
In my fearless notion
There is no issue
I will cross the ocean
I am finished with this tissue
I have not seen
But it does not matter
I have still been
So nothing can shatter
I know it is tough
But now I am stronger
For a moment it all made me rough
But I will stay forever longer
They left a frown
The nonsense is now behind
All the better in the home town
Soon they will find
Fast, happy and kind.
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