I’m flying high I want to sing and scream And cry For joy.
Soaring. source 
I soar, I swoop On wings of faith And legs of hope. Wind ruffles my feathers And alters my course What do I see now? Should I pause?
On high Your world is small to me Master of all I survey I see no boundaries Only patterns A patchwork quilt wrapping mother earth Keeping her warm until I return.
Please don’t try to shoot me down Fly here with me Let’s spread our wings and soar together For eternity.
Worth reading this short story:Jonathan Livingstone Seagull pdf
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