Fly SKY If I was flying high in the sky My eyes would cry witth tears of joy instead of hate No one and Nothing could make My spirit drop down to Earth.
But instead I'm here, My head and heart heavy with problems that aren't mine and burdens that Don't matter worrying about outcomes Won't matter in the End. I would soar with the stars Across a pitch black sky that's almost as dark as my heart. I would fly to the moon. Every mile I cross: Another problem, solved Another burden, lifted Another outcome, ended If only I was flying high in the sky...
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