Monday, October 18, 2010

skies







Someday I'll learn to soar with my own wings
To my own dreams
Away from the broken
and away from the weaken
futher with resistance
Where the stroms will guide
Far out, I will glide
With clouds, they will lead
Where I'll no longer mourne









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1 comment:

Shadow said...

...and THAT will be a fabulous time in your life. beautiful! so full of hope. belief. trust, even. and faith...

10/20/2010 12:16 AM

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