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What is a dream, but an illusion?
What is a dream, but a smoky wish?
What are wings for, if u cannot fly?
What are wings for, if u dare not trust them?

So what if dreams are shattered?
So whaf if wings are broken?
They are but a dream.
They are but without use.

It is not the dream that matters.
Its chasing the dreams that matter.
It is not the wings that matter.
Its soaring through the skies that matter.

Fly if u have the courage.
Struggle if u have the strength.
Wait not for the wings and dreams to disappear.
Wait not for regret and despair to set in.


In the end, there is only this...

Loneliness, regret, pain...
O.. how i regret that one choice.
Viewing the sky from the ground...
Ever wondering, could i fly again?

Many a times, i look upon the sky...
Ever trying to remeber the joy of flying...
Zealous, or painful? Fun, or deadly?
Emotions that i can never again experience...