To Be Free
To live
To fly
To never die
Just like clouds in the sky
To never again have to grieve
To let the wind soar beneath my wings
The way they make the wind sing
To lift on high
Forever touching the sky
These are things that please me
For I would be like a plastic bag
The wind picked up and made dance
That would be the kind of freedom for me
Never - ever any worries
Then I wake up and find it's only a dream
To the Heavens makes me want to scream.
-MAC-
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