Fly over the tall trees,
reach the clouds, follow your dreams.
Clipped wings won't stop the act,
just the will is enough to keep you up.
Getting high alone is one way to lose control,
crashing down, time for recovery,
the wings won't grow back,
but there will be a way.
To be free is to live,
and to live you need to be happy,
how can one give up happiness,
just because of an obstacle.
Is it crazy to want to fly,
if it looks impossible.
Why not aim for greatness,
Like an arrow, cut through the wind,
go against the invisible odds,
and hit the mark.
So fly over little bird,
you don't need wings nor feathers,
follow your heart,
don't give in.
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