Early morning pink and grey skies
I see birds flying, they just glide
Why can’t I?
They glide so effortlessly
Flying on a southern breeze
How magical to be that free
I wish it were me,
Soaring higher than I can ever dream
Beyond all this mundane living
I wish I could find my wings and fly away
Into those early morning skies of pink and grey
Maybe it will be reality one day
Who can say, just fly away,
Just fly away.
fauxcroft 
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