Gaining freedom from the dark, grey skies
The love I have is on the rise
I choose each word with care and point
Your heart, your soul I must not disjoint
I walk the line of fire and steel
Pathing the way for us to feel
Like nothing is better than flying high
I reach for the stars and the bright blue sky
There comes a time when souls catch fire
Talking in waves of a higher power
North star, south star, it's all the same
My spirit is alive and it ain't for the lame.
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