Oh to be able to soar
High above the clouds.
Those all too familiar clouds of November
So oppressive as if to imply no hope.
Now that I am soaring
I long for the comfort the ground provides.
I must remain constant in my flight.
For the sunlit April skies
Fill me with the hope and assurance
That all will be well.
High above the clouds.
Those all too familiar clouds of November
So oppressive as if to imply no hope.
Now that I am soaring
I long for the comfort the ground provides.
I must remain constant in my flight.
For the sunlit April skies
Fill me with the hope and assurance
That all will be well.
That's lovely, nephew. I didn't know you had it in you! LOL
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