We all dream when we’re younger,and we will to great things.
But we run in circles that turn our head around,
and some thoughts never get off the ground.
Don’t raise your hopes, I hear so many say,
The higher they get, the closer they are to flying away.
Years go by, and if anything the dreams get stronger.
They take off flying, and they’re harder to see.
They become masters of flight, watchers of the sky.
They circle, riding the wind, patiently waiting for a chance.
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