Sick of being injured, she'd like a chance to fly,
But her poor wings are wounded by a life she often hides.
Searching for forgiveness and hoping she'll be found,
Looking to the sky, but feeling fastened to the ground.
Lift up your eyes don't have fear, Your moment of truth is near.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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8:46 PM
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