Friday, 22 November 2019

Maybe I can fly...


Freedom called me out
Step onto the ledge
Spread your arms and leap
The birds are waiting for you
The clouds will hold you up
You will soar above it all
Just a little step into the air
And you will be free
The truth as always hurts
Freedom cannot be found
Flying from the 7th floor

Image by Catharina77 from Pixabay 

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