December 18, 2008
By Caitlynn Brim, Sedan, KS

I've once dreamt of a day
When I would grow wings
And just fly away.

Way up high in the clouds
To where I didn't have to
Hear anymore shouts.

Where there wouldn't be anymore hurt
Or no more pain.
Maybe thats why it falls,
The falling rain.

Without hurt and without pain,
Where would people be?
If I could just spread my wings,
I could be free.

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