Stories of the past
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Touch the sky
I want to fly high,
swim against the mighty tide,
make my own place,
I want to spread my wings,
To bring the winds of change,
and muster courage,
bring light to darkness,
I want to touch the skies.
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