"For Souls that Soar"
Wings of flight, stars of night.
Touch of passion, none of fright.
Soul of an eagle, heart with wings.
Fly high, fly high, your spirit sings.
You have no limits, you have no fears.
The envelopes edge, is ever near.
You know no bounderies, can't fence you in.
Your vice is your spirit, which has no end.
The moon rises high, the sun lays low.
The freedom you feel, I'll never know.
Pink, gold, and purple, the sunset hues.
All for the taking, all for you.
You have seen the treasures, you've gathered them in.
Come home, come home, to fly again.
Written and dedicated to my dear friend Pocat..
Hope you like it..
hugs, as always.
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