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Fly my son
Reach heavens heights
Take your projects climd with might
Be strong, yet vulnerable don't fear your tear
Dont hide your emotions from ones who you hold dear
Fly my son as if golden wings castle your back
Be bold and beautiful hold nothing back
Grow my son into your self, hold the mirror and know
I am black, I am beautiful
I am health I am wealth
Fly my son
So that I may bask in the rivulets of air from your wing
And you can hold my hand whilst I sing
The way Nana used to
My boy because of you I know what is sung from pulpit is true
God is real I know this because of you
