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The gift of flight
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Love The world does have too many fences
Some are steel and adorned with razors
Others are simply known only to our senses
I hear words spoken about the others
Those who live with desperate pleads
Of all the gifts we have but don't really need
I say a prayer, each night
Hoping for a answer
To all their prayers, whispered ever so slight
To end their grief and grant them wings
Soar o'er fences, across mountains and seas
To a land of plentiful harvests and clear water streams
My prayer echoes through each night
That their God may grant to them
The gift of flight
Forever and ever, Amen
