You can Fly.

I hear you in a whisper

On the reckless mountaintop,

I hear you in the echo

Of the Eagles as they drop.

I find you in reflections

Where your shadow's only seen

By the indistinct ripples

Of a still and tranquil screen.

I find you out here,

Outside, in the light.

I refuse to see your past

On a cold and lonely night.

Refuse to see you

Reduced simply to stone.

The body is yours,

But your life is unknown.

You live out here,

In the echoes; the wonder;

The trees that you climbed

As you tried to reach thunder.

You live out here,

Where you danced on the shore.

Where you gazed at the sky;

And wished those wings were yours.

And you wished you'd never die,

But now, my darling,

You can fly.

A reflection,

An Eagle,

An echo,

I leave you.

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