Look up at the clouds
Magnificent is it not?
How light and airy it seems
You pray, you might just fly
Leaving materialistic dreams
Lift the weight that drags you down
As you open your arms
You pray that it might follow your heart
Turn into wings that carry you away
Above the dirt, above the ground where the dead lie
Into the open air, into the wind
You want to feel free, without strings
A carrier of your own destiny
You look around, where did everyone go?
Up in the sky they fly
You ask Him why can't I fly?
Why am I still here drowning?
Alone in this empty sea
Stuck here in the mud, a caterpillar
Lost and not able to grow its wings
The most beautiful flower always blossoms the last...
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