I want the world to hear my cries,

I want the world to see their lies.

I want to soar across the skies,

I want to be the kind who flies.

I don’t want to live

A life of regret.

I don’t want to die

Without having met

A girl who could sing,

Among those cloaked in wing.

But for now,

I’ll just try to forget.

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No specific rules, just working with rhyme and rhythm while keeping the message true to what I wanted.