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The Dark

Is it the Stars or the Moon
Or the Sun we hope shine soon
What’s this uneasiness with the night
That cause our fears to balloon
So confused and convinced
That the dark is to be feared
We close our eyes to it’s brilliance
Perturbed by the strength in it’s stillness
That we stay blind to it’s depth
Praying for a light
We’re ashamed to see in the dark

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Soaring

We are no different than the birds
Soaring, flying, reaching for the sky
Above the noise of the world beneath us
We’ve a bird’s eye view
What’s there to discuss
We are leaving behind all the fuss
Not a care in the world, we’re flying high
So high, we can almost touch the sky
I can’t lie, I thought I died
Didn’t know us humans could really fly