Fly High
Though you clip the feathersOf hope in my soul, I long to be free, To fly high above this gray sky.My every breath you take.And in your grip I stay.Though I long to be free,to fly high.My body in chains is bound.
All hope is shattered,
With every dream unravelled.Seems this life is lost,Just too far gone.I will never be free. I will never... Read more
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