I heard the bells before their toll

Had resounded from the deepest knoll.

It awoke my heart and made me think

That I was perhaps on the brink

Of something great beyond just me,

That would per chance set me free.

Excitement as a new-found theme,

What would I be without a dream?

Riding the wind with invisible wings,

A fearless puppet without strings,

Never to stoop or lose my fire,

All that burning, lovely desire

To see the world and not stop there,

Until I’ve been almost everywhere.


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