If you’d let me go
And release your grasp
I’d free myself
And run so fast
There’s no time to stroll
For my chance will soon be gone
No time to fall
Or get up to move on
Just time to run
Better yet- to fly
For joy only exists
Up in the sky
I want to reach up
Take hold of G-d’s hand
But I’m not meant to run
I now understand
Right where I am
Is where G-d wants me to be
My mission is clear
Cut out for me
Although I still yearn
To fly up to the sky
I’ll accomplish my tasks
And continue to try
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written 2005
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