Sunday, February 19, 2006 Sunday, February 19, 2006
Come fly with meâ?¦come here and fly,
A lonely cry comes from the sky,
I rise above, and join that heart,
Solitude has started to depart.
Soaring the sky, winds caressing my soul,
I finally feel that I am whole,
Now I know what it feels to be,
At long last be truly free.
A song of freedom, a whisper of hope,
I hear the call, telling me to go,
I gently descend from a tender slope,
I am at ease and this I know.
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