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On This Hill I Learn to Fly 2 by Monika

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On This Hill I Learn to Fly 2

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Cold stone underfoot, the path breathes out dew.
Wind threads through her braids, the town shrinks low and blue.
Golden blades press cool against her palms and knees.
She climbs past memory, past the hush of old unease.
Whispers on the slope, they call her quiet name.
In this hush of dawn, she lets the small things change.
Heart a steady drum, the skyline wide and bright,
She lifts her face and holds the light.
On this hill I learn to fly, wings made of morning air,
Golden blades catch morning fire, sunlight braided in my hair.
With every step I reach, with every breath I find,
I arrive awake and whole, I leave the dark behind.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-do
Clouds can crowd the valley, shadows press light tight.
But she feels the stone, the cool, the steady rise.
Town lights like scattered coins, far below they glow.
Her hands find the compass of the place she wants to go.
Whispers change their tune, she names what she'll reclaim.
She loosens old regrets, lets what's broken flame.
Breath locks in the morning, she lets it go, not stay.
Finding room for new ways.
On this hill I learn to fly, wings made of morning air,
Golden blades catch morning fire, sunlight braided in my hair.
With every step I reach, with every breath I find,
I arrive awake and whole, I leave the dark behind.
And stars still cling to the last thread of night.
I'll step beyond the edge, and take the sky in stride.
I swear I'll chase the night, where fear and wonder meet.
I'll carve a map with laughter beneath my feet.
On any hill I learn to fly, first time I've ever dared.
Golden blades, the ridge, the wind, the chorus in my hair.
With every leaf I am and with every song I find,
I'm arriving more than whole, I bring the light of mine.
The heart beats to the rhythm of the wind,
And on a bright flame rising,
Steady and drawn, wind in a braze,
That down the distance I'll cry, on this hill she learned to fly.
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