Out I look,
I see it all,
and yet there's more,
to be seen.
I feel the wind against my face,
I lift my head,
flap my wings,
I fly.
Soaring, spiraling,
sailing away,
to somewhere far away,
someplace new.
I arrive here,
It's not the same,
but different,
yet somehow right.
The air not quite as sweet,
The wind not as powerful,
The sky not as blue,
I hear a whisper.
I see a familiar face up in the clouds,
I won't have to worry anymore,
I never did,
God was always with me.
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i like this too. but one place is a little awkward: "
Soaring, spiraling,
sailing away,
to somewhere far away,
someplace new."
you put away in two lines next two each other, not even rhyming lines.
I understand. hmmm...let me try to fix it.
"Soaring, spiraling,
sailing away,
to somewhere different,
someplace new."
does that flow better??
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