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Run! Fly! - poem written by jrqc - no rhythm shown on this one


There is always a time when our spirit within shakes a little and feels like going further away to a realm that our eyes, body and senses are not familiar with, but our soul seems to know pretty well. It just wants to fly to that place, to a place that feels like we actually belong there. Have you ever sensed it?


Run! Fly!

make it happen once and for all,

do not stop fluttering your wings,

do not stop for them, 

do not take their heed,

they'll say the sun doesn't shine,

they have said dreams are not real,

they have believed their souls won't heal.


Run! Fly!

make it happen once and for all,

rise up, soar the skies to the blues,

dance along its colors and shimmering,

drink the pleasures it gives,

eat the fruit it was for you reserved,

and take no heed of the wingless ones,

there is no truth in them,

they only possess darkness and lies,

their souls are blinded and binded up.

Run! Fly!

extend your wings and embrace the wind,

look at them dance,

the ones like you are there,

showered in light, crowned in laurels,

do not stop flying, do not stop flying.

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