Like a Kite

If we keep going at this rate

Floating, drifting

Let the wind take us where it wants

We'll be nothing more than lost balloons

Trapped in the blue nothingness until

Some deadly force comes along and -

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But if we take deep breaths

In, out

Spread ourselves large and learn

To take control of the breeze

Fuel for our journey

Then, well

Then we'll soar

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