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Flight

Time is a blade that sharpens us all,

Teaching us ways to learn when we fall;

And whether you choose to listen or not,

There is no escape from destiny's call.

 

So listen to life and the answers she'll give

To anyone seeking the true way to live;

For those who would ask to wake up and to feel

The wind on their back and the grass on their heel;

Just let go of fear and learn to forgive,

And see through the darkness -- the Love is what's real.

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j-drake
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Jan 16, 2013
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