Your soul like a bird
Is stretching its wings
Yet trapped and confused
By mortal things

Wishing to climb
To places above
With someone to hold you
And someone to love

You’re a wonderful person
And should not be denied
The chance to open your heart
And see what you hide

All the hate in this world
Has taken its toll
But your mind is your own
And it’s yours to control

So pick yourself up
And dust yourself off
And lighten your load
By burying your cross

For your old self is dead
If you want it to be
And if you learn how to walk
You can come fly with me

© 1/7/1990
William Grant Preston

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