I can sense the grace inside you
a spirit so thin and weightless
what keeps you flying?
Where do you go?
I see you stand with black birds on a powerline
you stand out like sun rays in a dull grey sky
God put something in you
built your wings and beak
you sing to me and to all that can hear you
I want to sing too.
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