بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Flying High

What is it like to have wings, to spread them out and fly
To be free to search the skies and earth
To make any land our home
Not having laws to abide by
Not having any expectations

What is it like in the sky so high
The wind brushing past your face
So close to nature, so close to where we all belong
To feel the Creators pleasure, to be a part of that creation

Why are we so detached from the natural earth
So imprisoned in our body of greed
When will we wake up and realise what it is to be free
To not have to live up to anything or anyone
Why cant we just spread our wings and fly free
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In the words of Gibran, “A man can be free without being great, but no man can be great without being free.”