Spirit Of The Hawk
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I want to fly up to the sky,
Where angels fear to tread.
To be alive with a cosmic vibe,
Not just fantasy in my head.
I want to soar and hear the roar,
Of the wind that's become my bed.
To fly alone, the sky is my home,
Until the day I'm dead.
-samhudson
