Watch the bird as she floats on the wind
Invisible hands giving her flight
A furrowed brow wonders at the miracle
So free and naturally she goes, it only seems right
I've come close to flying out in the great somehwere
Felt the wind in my hair as I ran
Kept pushing forward as I waited for the right moment
At sight of sun shine-my lift was weighed down by the quicksand
Cruelly clipped many wings have been
I see passions all around fallen to the ground
Thats not me- I'm created for more
My Father lifts me up-Oh his voice, just the sound!
From my stomach to heart to thoughts,
The possibliities stir with the rustlingt of the trees
I lift up my face to the beauties in the sky soaring-
Thats when he whispers, "Ohy dear one, thats how I made you to be"
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