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flying with broken wings

I want to fly above the sky at arms reach with the stars

yet here I am a wounded bird with a broken wing,

so I tuck in bed and cry


The crickets sing their melody, a love song and a lullaby

even with a broken antenna they can

but not me, not I


I yearn for the sun as it rises in the East

while all else seems to slumber away

I greet the sun a very good day

I long for the green fields and the smell of the ground

as the morning dew caresses the grass


So I spread my wings, although it still hurts

the wound has not healed yet ; it pains me still

But I leave the nest and prepare to take flight

as I jump…….

I feel freedom once again