Lost was I felt when life knocked me down
but wrong was I since it was that moment when I was found;
what haunts me are the heights
and not the thought of falling
darkness does not repel me
it's the fear of the lights;
I raise my lifeless arms towards the wide blue sky
earnestly requesting the birds looking down at me to teach me how to fly;
I resist being played as moppet of life with strings
Here I go flying high light as a feather with my god given wings!
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