What we yearn is to fly,
We do fly, not realising that we fly.
Our thoughts, our actions, our needs,
All that our imagination feeds,
When in doubt, when we have not a shout,
When our choices and our needs bout,
We jump out, clouting the weeds that clog,
To reach our dreams, we, all day slog.
We all fly, one way or another,
For we don't want our dreams to smother,
Happy that our lives prosper.
That is how we fly, high, wonderful,
How we hope, with joy our life is full.
We learn, we yearn and we fly.
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