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Sometimes I think I can fly
Sometimes I hope I could
And sometimes, I fly.
But I usually stay where I am.
I don't know what I want.
Sink or Fly?
When Life goes
And not me.
And when I'm alone,
Sitting on the ground,
The Wind comes,
And tells me.
He tells me that I can,
I can Fly,
I can leave from this situation,
And be me.
So I get up,
And I begin to walk.
I want to go,
I want to live.
So I know that I didn't want to sink,
And I realize that I was never going to.
I only needed to find who I was,
And accept that.
Mai 2011