Looking

Looking through a window glass,

I swear I’ve found my dash.

It’s been hard, I’ve stayed strong;

While holding on for so long.

Looking up at the night sky,

Gives reasons not to cry.

Look back to reminisce,

In the end there’s happiness.

Looking to myself again,

That’s where I’ve found a friend.

I’m grateful for the love,

That Heaven sends from above.

Looking for a way to change,

Yet told to shoot in range.

This time I’m going far,

Blast off like a shooting star.

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