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Slowly A Feather Falls Low Discarded by its wing Dropped away Without a thought It drifted, pulled Pushed By currents Beyond it's control Tugged and tousled Tossed like a boat in the storm This is life Too many thrown away Drifting to make a difference Or crushed beneath the heels of bills Bouncing back and forth Without, they say, their chance But, it's personal When I say The chance Is in your Hands Right Now So take a breathe Take another Look to the skies, the stars Then grit your teeth Work your fingers They'll bleed You'll pay But In the end, you'll see You are the shining You were meant to be
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Breathe
Slowly A Feather Falls Low Discarded by its wing Dropped away Without a thought It drifted, pulled Pushed By currents Beyond it's control Tugged and tousled Tossed like a boat in the storm This is life Too many thrown away Drifting to make a difference Or crushed beneath the heels of bills Bouncing back and forth Without, they say, their chance But, it's personal When I say The chance Is in your Hands Right Now So take a breathe Take another Look to the skies, the stars Then grit your teeth Work your fingers They'll bleed You'll pay But In the end, you'll see You are the shining You were meant to be
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
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