My soul soars with wings lifted by the hope that will never allow the ground to pull me down. I revel at my fortune, I thank God for all that he has blessed me with. I fly now over snow-kissed mountains, and the shaded valleys brilliant in there healthy vibrancy. The land is showing me her beauty, she is a patient teacher, willing to indulge her slower students. I turn my wings to the south, descending low to the hill lands. I marvel at the here-to-fore unimagined detail, and love put into the minutia. Every blade of grass, is glistening with the nectar of mornings dew.
Life's wisdom unfurls before my unguarded searching eyes.
Stronger because of my battles in the sky.
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Talk to me, yeah baby talk to me. Let me be the way I gotta be. Don't try to train, to keep me from my destiny. Little peace in a sea of misery. Caught between so-called reality, and my minds dream. Let me be me, love me in glory, love me in misery. Your mouth speaks vulgarity, your dress says lady. Which should I choose to believe?? Altered perception, or your projected morality. Bar stool wisdom, bestowed for a nominal fee.
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