Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Am Breaking free

This time I’m flying,
And I’m not looking back;
This time I’m flying,
Out of the cage that I was used to.
My wings might have forgotten to fly,
But the wound will heal with time
I will slowly and gradually take off,
I will find my soul.

This time I’m flying,
I am going to fight and be bold;
And find my own place.

This time I’m flying-
Away from the comfort,
And I am going to fly far away,
I am going to sail away,
I don't know what tomorrow holds,
But I shall be breathing life.
And I am going to remember... 

This time am flying,
And am not looking back,
This time am flying,

I’m breaking free.

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