It's time to fly
It's time to fly
My winged friend
You were born for the air
Or else you shall become
Stagnant and die
An eagle soars in the eye
Of the storm
While other creatures hide
You were born with an devine instinct
About life's plight
You shall reach
The other side
Prepare for take off
You shall fly high
into the friendly skies
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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