When I've grown I do not want to become an anchor.
I want the breeze to blow past and bring me along with it.
If the sun shines then yes I would be happy but if I get caught underneath gods cleansing rain the smile will not leave my face.
When the lights from the iffle towwer sparkle in my eye then i will go home.
The wind will blow me back and spin me around.
Once my loayl friend that has stayed when we flew with the wind gets down on one knee that's when I will bring one of gods angles into my heart and into my family.
When god graces my face with my winkles that show people I am not fragile but blessed to be alive that's when I will sit and watch the sun rise and fall.
After I have lived without an ancher on my heart that's when I finally will walk up to thoes beaming gates and great my true father.
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