the penetrability of cement.

Day 97 -- November 19

 

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i've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow,

'bout the places that i'd like to see.

i said, 'friend do you think i'll ever get there?'

but he just stands there smiling back at me.

 

then he says, 'girl, you've got nothing but time.'

 

but how do you wait for heaven?

and who has that much time?

and how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know,

that you were born,

you were born to fly?

 

'cause i will soar away like the blackbird,

i will blow in the wind like a seed.

i will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams,

and i will grow up where i'll wander wild and free.

 

so how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know,

that you were born,

you were born to fly?

 

[Born to Fly, Sara Evans]

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