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I Shall Soar

I’m like a mustard seed on your palm,
yet you drawn me a line to the lion’s pride
to full the cup of your pride,
making my returning home
a story for the ghost.

I always try my best
to make your days cool
but you always call me a fool
why all the hate
Or is it because I was born late?

You’re there glancing
Like a fresh water fish
As you send me to relax in lion’s den.

Like the moon
that feeds everyone’s night I live,
yet you say my heart is darker
than the baboon’s coat.

I live under the hot in my hurt
without error yet,
you broadcast that I’m a terror,
trying to blind the world of the real me.

I’m cheerful like the sun
Yet you defamed me to be glum
Just rest your head on the loath,
I shall soar on the back of the wind
like the eagle.

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