The Sky

I yearn to be free. To touch the sky and become one with the trees. I long to be a bird; softly and gently gliding along the wind. I want to spread my wings and fly but something is holding me back. But each day its grip gets looser and I get a little closer to my dream. I get a little closer to the sky.



The Sky by A Man Named Dan

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