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I'm going to build a set of wings.

I'm going to make it so that when I flap my arms
I slowly rise into the sunken skies
and make my songs known to the heavens
make my heart known to the clouds above
in honor of my broken soul.

And when that day comes
when I succeed where others have failed
let my arms be embraced my the thrill of warm air
the stench of men's progress
the sweat on my face

and I will fly to you,
you whose eyes are now upon this
and I will land upon your world
the world below my feathered wings
and smile,
and smile
and smile
for you.

Let that day come with a promise
with a reverence that shakes the molten heavens with heavy hope
wings made to carry me into the world where I belong
yes, my love.

That day has come.

God, I beg you, I plead and now I beg you:
I have found my purpose,
and I pray you---
let me fly.