Just Out Of Heaven

Just Out Of Heaven short poem

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The light is my way
I don’t wanna go, I just wanna stay
So perfect, so pure
The one, and only, righteous cure
However, I know, for now I must leave
My word of advice, never give up, always believe
Though the door is locked, you have the key
Come on, open your eyes and then you’ll see
Your body might break, you might even bleed
So raise your head and move forward; godspeed
Don’t be afraid to cry
Even god does, it comes from the sky
So wipe away those tears
And conquer your fears
Then open your heart, your soul, your mind
Just let it all out, let your dreams unwind
Move those legs, make your own trail
Even though you’ll make mistakes, it doesn’t mean you’ll fail
Do you accept the challenge? Don’t you hear the victory call?
So stand up, knock down those walls
Raise your head to the sky
Spread your wings, and fly

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