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| SONG OF FLIGHT Copyright 2002 Wanda L. Harrell |
| A song of freedom, from her soul, she sings As she casually flutters about, cautiously spreading her wings Gliding on gentle little breezes, she surveys all that is around Ever careful and watchful to shun the cold, hard ground To find her destiny, she finally takes flight For she is determined to reach unexplored heights With wings she has waited to use for far too long She goes skyward...ever more beautiful is her song Everything she sees is through eyes brand new As she flies higher, the more glorious is her view Far beneath her are the valleys from whence she fled Lofty vistas she now sees...her wings are outspread She observes grand rivers rushing to unite with the sea As she marvels at the sensation of finally being free Above everything she goes...up, up, upward...ever so high She is astonished she finally knows how it feels to truly fly With grace and resolve, she lifts her wings and begins to soar Singing a sweeter song than has ever been heard before. |
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