I start to day dream,
I suddenly spurt out wings.
My heart gets so jovial,
With all these little things.When I am independent,
When I'm not controlled by strings.
When I can take care of myself,
What great pleasure it brings.When I read a cheerful book,
Friendship, love and rings.
Or warriors, princes and princesses,
Gaurds, queens, and Kings.Escaping the world,
Taking flight on my wings.
It is after all this,
That my little heart sings.~!~Ana
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