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To my future..
My past holds no sway over me.
Nor does my present,
But my future, oh, it holds my heart.
Because my heart beats for what's to come,
Each wish I made, I thought it would come true.
Sometimes I feel a strange unease.
A mystery that I cannot reveal.
Like a bird, I want to fly high,
To reach heaven, touch the light.
© Anne Ayre
Nor does my present,
But my future, oh, it holds my heart.
Because my heart beats for what's to come,
Each wish I made, I thought it would come true.
Sometimes I feel a strange unease.
A mystery that I cannot reveal.
Like a bird, I want to fly high,
To reach heaven, touch the light.
© Anne Ayre
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