Wings - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Grabbing at life a bite at a time,
doing the best we can.
It'll be alright when the night comes
and life is our own;
when it all slows down
and you're there
to care; share
and bare the burden with me.
Nothing's too big for us baby.
Together, we can soar past it all;
with these wings
we're going to fly high.
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