Flight is freedom in its
purest form,
To dance with the
clouds which follow a
storm;
To roll and glide, to
wheel and spin,
To feel the joy that
swells within.
To leave the earth with
its troubles and fly,
And know the warmth
of a clear spring sky;
Then back to earth at
the end of the day,
Released from the
tensions which melted
away.
Should my end come
while I am in flight,
Whether brightest day
or darkest night;
Spare me no pity and
shrug off the pain,
Secure in the knowledge
that i'd do it again.
for each of us iz created to die
and within me i know i was born to FLY.
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