through the trees, down the hall
tempted to stride, upward the call
good speed, too little distance
dreams soar, and I learn what must come
been down today, I've seen it enough
trip, slip, fall, stumble, this is odd, only the humble
get back on rising now, flight is in my blood
the sky is the determining factor, my mind only the cancer
doing is done, proving the proof, calling the answer.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
through the trees, down the hall
tempted to stride, upward the call
good speed, too little distance
dreams soar, and I learn what must come
been down today, I've seen it enough
trip, slip, fall, stumble, this is odd, only the humble
get back on rising now, flight is in my blood
the sky is the determining factor, my mind only the cancer
doing is done, proving the proof, calling the answer.
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