Punishment Of Flying Dove Is Not Gun

We were born with potential
We were born with goodness and trust
We were born with ideals and dreams
We were born with greatness
We were born with wings
We are not meant for crawling
We have wings
Learn to use them and fly

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Fly Higher

I said: I am so small I can barely be seen
How can this great love be inside me?

And he said: your eyes are even smaller
Yet they behold the world

Stop the words now
Open the window in the centre of your chest
And let the spirits fly in and out