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THE BOND
THE BOND
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As the little child
Went out to enjoy
The soft and the gentle breeze.
The golden sun smiling upon her,
She had a small kite
Which she held tight in her soft hand.
Looking up into the sky,
She raised the kite
The kite was clutched in her little hand
By a thin thread.
She flew the kite
Day after day.
The bond between the girl and the kite
Grew and grew
As each day went by. She knew
she had to leave the kite one day.
But then her heart spoke
"Should I leave her?"
She should fly on her own
Her happiness is mine.
No, I shall not leave her
My prayer is what binds her to me
And pleads to the Maker
"Be the wind beneath her wings."
