Sometimes I open the door, to see the world without.
Sometimes without bursts through to me.
Sometimes my wings are sullied.
Sometimes I fly where answers be.
Sometimes my heart knows what to do.
Sometimes I just escape.
The test is to see if I can remain
Where everlasting joy abides,
Or if the world can conquer me
And all my friends besides.
If I have a choice, and I do,
I choose the better of the two,
No matter what this choice may bring,
I know my heart will always sing.
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