The thin skyline
Can't encircle my zeal
To fly high and around
The vast cloud
Can't terrify me with
Its lightning and sound
I have a will to fly
And it won't ever die
The vast oceans
Ready to upturn my boat
Bearing tides like demons
The menacing waves
Pleading me to stop with
Perpetual shouts and moans
I have decided to fly
Beyond the sun and the sky
The turbulent wind
Drags me away from goal
Spoiling my will to soar
Its invisible talons
Grip me in envy to pull
Down to fall on the floor
It can't kill my joy
As I have a habit of flying high
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