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Flying high and Free

I can fly high, so free, among angels

I hear songs, hear silent whispers

in my heart, feel the soft breeze blowing

past each thought.

Gliding along snow-capped mountains

feeling warm, thinking of the beauty

lingering across misty

mountain pines, sadness

drifts away, awakening feelings

never felt before.

I can fly, free, knowing at last I

have seen a world so new, a

paradise next to heaven, I

have laid across the

cool soft grass in the

now we live in.

Am aware of what surrounds

I cherish my days of life to

the fullest, I have captured

the silence never heard

gathered the fresh snow

from the peaks of

time, held my angel

of the night in

my arms.

I have felt the warm hand

of God upon my head

while I lay dying on a bed soft

and warm, tearing at my soul

to leave mother and her wondrous

magic behind with glory to behold.

I have swum in the pool of

tranquility, seen the colors

of the rainbow, heard the whispers

echoing through my mind

like thunder.

Now I fly free, with wings open

wide, eyes bright as the stars

a heart filled with understanding

open arms to hold my loving

children before I fly above

the universe.

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