Who am I really I wonder at night? Watching through the window at the moonlight. Is there a place for me on this earth? Why do I feel like an outsider from birth? I wish I could fly like the birds in the sky soaring and flying never worried or too shy. Live under the ocean so deep, crawl into a tent of feathers to fall asleep. Wander the fields with flowers up to my thighs fly to the stars, what a wonder before my eyes. Race through the forest dodging the sticky mud. Following the endless trail of dragon's blood. To care for the dragon and stroke his shiny scales To travel through the ocean in a ship with blue sails . Perhaps I'm a dreamer, who only needs his mind To leave all of my worries behind

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