20 2 / 2012

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I wanted to fly
I wanted to spread my wings
and fly as high and far as I can

I wanted to run
I wanted to move my legs fast
until I could no longer feel the ground

But everytime I feel like flying and running away
HE’d be coming, welcoming me in HIS arms
HE who’d always been so faithful even when I’m faithless
HE who’d do anything to make me feel HIS love

Every stumble that I make, HE’LL come to hold me up
and stand me firmly to the ground

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