There are times you have to remind yourself
That you can be weak, but your soul is strong.
For like the smallest of birds and shy beasts
That may hunger, you survive through winter
Trusting old instincts that cannot be wrong.
That is when the warmth from your heart's blaze will
Melt snow from the things that keep your hope down.
That is where there is opportunity
To spread your bound wings and fly, maybe smile,
Feel feathers on the wind, hear peaceful sounds.
That's the place I want to be, not just see
within my mind, I like my wing tips free.
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