Here I sit in silence
Not wishing for a thing
Slowly words do come
Then they start to sing
What is this that I hear
A bright and joyful sound
Pleasant to my ears
A chance I might be found
Most have yet to see
This power that I hold
Running trough my veins
Wonders to be told
In my mind thoughts drift
The sparks to light a fire
My only hope in this
Is to bring you higher
When I get you there
So high up in the sky
Forget about your cares
Again we can fly
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