A Journey

All things aside,
I still cannot fly,
So i’ll just glide,
And not touch the sky.

I’ve never seen the snow,
Only the tearing rain.
Though I still have time to grow,
I already know pain.

Where does it all end,
When does the last bell ring,
Coming to the light at the end of the tunnel
That’s sometimes blinding.

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