The sky is wide and near
A whisper says “don’t try”
Another voice says “fly”
Both are true, I hear
The ground is firm and deep
It pulls me close to stay
It asks if I’ll obey
Or if my wings will leap
A seed must break to grow
The soil will press it down
The roots may almost drown
Yet strength is born in slow
The doubt becomes my guide
It tests if dreams can last
It questions every past
And walks close by my side
The hope becomes my fire
It lifts the heavy stone
It sings I’m not alone
And builds the path still higher
Two voices in my chest
One roots, one wants to soar
Together they want more
Together they know best
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