Soar or Sores

They say we soar, but do they know how big are sore is?
We fly high.., higher then the rest
"What are you flying from?", they ask
Pain,Fear,Sorrow.., aren't those the sores in life?
Yes,those may be the sores in life, buts that is why we soar in life.
So now little bird, will you soar or will you feel sore.

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