In the air
where wild birds soar,
free-wheeling, released,
conquering city smog.
In the air
above this mild, mean, melee
of trampled faces,
broken dreams.
In the air
where cleansing light meets gentle breeze,
no towers, walls, defences
to block brightness, darken, squeeze.
In the air
we'll meet Him.
In the air,
we'll greet Him.
We'll finally be free,
in the air.
where wild birds soar,
free-wheeling, released,
conquering city smog.
In the air
above this mild, mean, melee
of trampled faces,
broken dreams.
In the air
where cleansing light meets gentle breeze,
no towers, walls, defences
to block brightness, darken, squeeze.
In the air
we'll meet Him.
In the air,
we'll greet Him.
We'll finally be free,
in the air.
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