Soaring to the sky, flying as fast as he can,
leaving a cloud of dust all along the path he takes.
Is not easy but he can, and I know I'm in his vision, that I can tell.
If the thoughts crossing the mind come across in real life, sparks might fly.
Hands that yearn to be held yet they never will,
for the space between the ground and the sky will always thrill.
The sound of his courage is what keeps him alive, when the power of his goal crushes the smiles.
There's a goal to be reached which will remain a dream, because some dreams must remain...
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