There is a place i call my own,where i can stand by the sea.
And look be yond the things i've known,and deam that i might be free.
Like the bird above the trees,gliding gently on the breeze.
I wish that all my life i'd be without a care, and flying free!
but life is not a distant sky,without a cloud,without rain.
And I can never hope that I can travel on without pain.
Time goes seiftly on it's way.
All too soon we're lost today.
i can not wait for skier of blue,
or dream so long that life is though.
So life's a song that i must sing,
a gift of love, i must share.
And when i see the joy it brings,
my spir its soar though the air.
Like that bird up in the sky,
life has taught me how to fly.
For now i know what i can be,
and now my heat is flying free
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