They shall sing a song to a quiet tune
without words
and I shall listen, though I hate the music
because it is all that I can do
since I am to afraid to take that final step
off the cliff
and onwards into the air.
Or maybe I’m not even at the cliff,
and it only feels like it.
It could well be that my heart has stayed so far back
that I am blind to all I need to see,
so drag me forward, oh waiting wind
and let the open air set us free.
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