Sky

How I long to climb into the sky,
amongst the angels upon high,
to soar freely, to fly,
High above the chimney tops,
high above the bustle, the shops,
I climb into the sky.
To leave the cares and stress upon the ground,
Little pin pricks,  
Oh to soar among the clouds,
To climb into the sky with the angels upon high,
I long to fly.

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